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By Liz Date: 2003 May 11 Comment on this Work [[2003.05.11.17.37.15189]] |
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He doesn't see it now he may not see it for months, or years it would be a tragedy if he never saw what he lost. He lost love pure and unfettered lust that curled from pelvis to the furthest outreaches of my body and was slaked by only his touch, He lost faith in the future hope for the present, he lost joy and admiration adoration, he lsot my tenderness, my dreaminess, my fancy and fantasy. No moe will he run his fingers his lips and tongue over the skin he called the silkiest he had ever touched. He lost everything that I had built him up to be and he lost me. |