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By galadrial Date: 2003 Mar 23 Comment on this Work [[2003.03.23.20.50.16425]] |
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your words cover my skin, trapping a small beating creature beneath my breasts, between my ribs, and dear god this owes nothing to lust, less to thighs gone to jelly, and i cannot even imagine the surrender I know you would demand, oh I fear the hand touch of your soul, that would slide unbidden into this skin like so much smoke, and force the creature out of me that once danced beneath you in another skin. I have no idea, not an inkling what of you she fears, I only know that when you speak, she twists inside my belly half leaning toward you in delight, half pulling away in fear. And if you were deep in me, there would be nowhere for my sweet revenent to hide, because their is no bit of my body, no taste, no place that you will not plumb, searching for the old soul who lies asleep within me, the old soul you wake an inch at a time, determined that THIS time, you will not walk alone to Valhalla, that this time, I will give all I promised when last I danced my hips against the surging truth of every man you have ever been. |