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By Violet Date: 2003 Dec 01 Comment on this Work [[2003.12.01.17.43.23602]] |
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in the darkness you slid your hand over my stomach i felt its warm, rough edges kneading me i was steeped in longing like earl grey left too long i was hot, wet and dark your familiar touch reminded me of days long past and as you retreated i shuddered wishing i had the voice to tell you to stay |