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By it dosent matter Date: 2004 May 29 Comment on this Work [[2004.05.29.15.18.15971]] |
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what would thee have of one wounded words to kiss away softly in the night gentle caress bespoken of memories yet to be would thee have a life with me dance pon the skin of twinkled stars whilst mist gathers warm, dark, deep hidden bowers for a simple touch lip to lip... embers sparked... lit fire within this... blaze... roar inhibitions spirited away the softness of yours with the course of mine naked this touch twixt the two of we whilst all surrounds yet hidden are we in our bower of mist bright pon nighted air darkness our very friend as we touch so very deep one to another and soft as the mists slowly fades gentlest of kiss strangers once more we part... |