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By galadrial Date: 2004 Dec 17 Comment on this Work [[2004.12.17.11.54.2160]] |
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Words spoken urgent after velvet, born of a blaze made by minds, take you to a place where pleasure imagined becomes instead pleasures remembered, when desire cuts dadoes dovetailing need and regard. Dare I, dare you--- double dare to stunt doubles will any of it earn its place in a small corner of real time? One heart shouting a yes, dressed splendidly in anticipation, cursing the fingers as too clumsy the other wary yet wondered if now is indeed the time to touch given to a place where fingers catch and breath is caught, when hands can interlace. I would be pleasures remembered, if only for this joy of mine--- the skin you knew, the time we took is just the touching of our time. |