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By sapphyres_serenade Date: 2008 Dec 18 Comment on this Work [[2008.12.18.08.53.30758]] |
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I simply want to have the opportunity to touch you, to taste you, to be near you again. Tonight, yes with the Absinthe, help to evoke words I normally lack, I don't like anise anything, however, this, I do enjoy. The word 'enjoy' evokes a memory, of you and I in your living room some days ago, and its all I can do, to keep myself from inhaling your scent, here and now. And tasting myself on your tongue, forcing my tongue into your mouth, tasting myself, my joy and eagerness to become one with you. To complete that which by most standards is so very wrong, yet felt completely right nonetheless. Safe harbor, safe passage from the hatred, anger, and displeasure here at home. Not that it matters any, but I want to lick you. I want to take in, absorb your scent, which shall become my memory. Sensory, like wine swirled across the tongue to capture its essence. You smell of leather, musk, lavender, a touch of citrus, and smoke, which combined form the essence of you. I would roll myself in your scent if I could retain the comfort and security of the perfume of you for days or weeks or more. Oh, god if you gets this entire email, either you'll run screaming into the dark night, or I hope, like myself on a sober day. You might just care less. |