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By distant moon Date: 2007 Oct 08 Comment on this Work [[2007.10.08.20.03.14668]] |
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If my fingers could simply rise upward over the ebb and flow of your body's ocean lingering when necessary and hasty when it makes you nervous until I reach your lips and they part like the red sea and you slowly so slowly surround my fingertips, eyes closed. After, our lips would meet, in an embrace reserved for returning war heroes and prison escapees to lovers. Body to body like a tangled web. Oh, so metaphoric and still the pleasure is all distinctly ours. Until we would collapse panting, exhausted and smiling. |