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By Stack Date: 2003 Apr 01 Comment on this Work [[2003.04.01.21.13.25189]] |
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I can still taste your kiss (CK1 and cinnamon) the memory of your skin is sandwashed silk under my hands... memories flowing like water, pouring forth from and then rolling back through me... the silent exultation of your body, arching in my arms like a bow, and we fall off the bed, off the face of the earth and into that starry realm you write of so eloquently. your hot mouth on me, your cool hands possessing me, and the hot flooding release you seize from me, claiming me, marking me your own I can only anticipate and plan and plot how I will make you cry out with desire, and the sweet, salt rush of desire's fulfillment how I will stake my claim to you, and mark my territory with kisses. a divine composition, worthy of the muses, but only, and ever for you how can I wait? to again fill my eyes, my heart with the sight of you: your moon-silvered hair, your sweat-pearled skin to hear again, the sweetest song I have ever heard: my name on your finely shaped lips. it is suddenly instrumental to my being, that you sing again that pure chord of joy satisfaction and love a virtuouso is nothing without his instrument. |