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By darwin Date: 2004 Jul 09 Comment on this Work [[2004.07.09.13.50.18736]] |
| i remember that first touch of tongues. when i opened my mouth and invited yours in. your lips warm and moist against my nearly chapsticked lips. i'd have to reapply again when we were finished. i'm a fiend for it, chapstick...and now your lips smell like mine, that menthol petroleum scent lingering when we pull away. the slightest spider web of spittle hanging between us. your eyes stare at me, then. these dark brown eyes, with the hint of green behind them...a forrested night. your eyelashes longer then my memory. they brush my cheek, sheltered in the shadow between my cheek and ear. you find a haven there, and slowly kiss that as well. lingering there, until a sudden sigh escapes my parted lips. i feel a little raw around my mouth, from your forgotten 5 o'clock. but it's that kind of raw that comes from hours of kissing, after only 5 minutes of meeting. |