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By distant moon Date: 2009 Jan 06 Comment on this Work [[2009.01.06.21.28.18505]] |
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I saw your pretty face coming closer then explosions and light bloom, I felt your lips soft to mine and felt your warm; perfect time and I just melted into you. Fireworks don't begin to describe this, more like all out nuclear war, the panic in the streets and the inching toward the sheets and how could I not want more? We separate ourselves smiling and we breathe; become composed. So much excitement and desire here and all that with our eyes closed. |