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By darwin Date: 2003 Nov 21 Comment on this Work [[2003.11.21.17.13.9335]] |
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They are lovers lost. Just a slow and sultry summer day. Hearts broken and fallen into rough times. So memory served them well. Sometimes well done with a side of heartache. They didn't know the joys of a sudden summer rain with a lover. They didn't know the pleasure of a hand slowly caressing your naked back. Instead they were lost, lost in their thoughts and a world they couldn't naviagate through. She dreamt of green hills and hope. He dreamt of dark nights and naked bodies. Something hard about a nipple half exposed under a summer tank top. An areola aroused from that slight of wind. She never liked to wear a bra. Her skin on fire with life. The feel of the sun against her, that seering heat when it was 90* and baking. He liked it when she would bend over. While her breasts would hang down, pendulous from her chest. Why was she so confident. What was that smile? How could they smile when they had never met, yet there was promise as plump and ripe as a bare ass on a spring day. Finally their eyes met, and as always, hope springs eternal. Just as it always does, when Lovers are lost no more.... |