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By galadrial Date: 2003 Oct 26 Comment on this Work [[2003.10.26.22.15.22625]] |
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a small tender mercy, given one more hour in a night that transformed me my own skin feels delicious was it always this soft, and why did I not notice such until i felt his hands trail it, and why was each moment so new, so sweet, and being held in brilliant regard is drugging to the senses, and i knew that this is why i was afraid. the cynic might say any port in a storm, but i wonder what a cynic would say once they felt the amazing warm of you covering every piece that had quaked in the cold, turn orchid lavish where words were few and you went beneath my skin in a way I will never find the words for, but hug to myself in the last hour given me, daylight savings time means one more hour to keep this night and lie miles away in the blushing amber light you gave me by the innocent smile of a thousand stars we never saw. Too busy i think looking at each other. |