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By spaceman Date: 2003 Apr 22 Comment on this Work [[2003.04.22.15.19.9182]] |
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My hands press against her curves in a move that feels like desperation. I unwrap her stalling for time peeling back a layer, then two until just the shiny surface remains. I can see the light at the end of the tunnel drenched in her amber glow and I press my lips around her against her and I drink long and hard for safety for sustenance for sanity, I press my cheek against her neck I grit my teeth and I choke through the sting at the back of my throat and behind my eyes and I this is how I lose another night. |