From: <a href="/blend/av.cgi?id=66">willtobe1</a><BR>
Date: 20 November 2006<P>

annski808, about <a href="/blend/wv.cgi?id=2006.11.11.16.32.6151">a woman's body</a>:<BR>
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"longing to be dainted" <BR>
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-- Ha!  the power and delicacy of love, slithered onto a line like a fragile sea creature onto a knife...with the contrast a standing axis into the three dimensional mentavisual...like a v-shouldered steelworker pounding away at an oriental flower...like two diametrically contradictory concepts (such as the "delicate and penetrating" smells of the fishmeal in Steinbeck's Palace Flophouse and Grill)this pairing brings a halt to the flow of thought while the mind's mouth, with eyes askance & asky, warbles the two around awaiting *grok*...like the grans[sp] of salt under chocolate in a dipped pretzel sending the chocolate taste WAY into a very sexual otherness...<BR>
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...I strongly long to be dainted.<BR>

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From: <a href="/blend/av.cgi?id=1758">annski808</a><BR>
Date: 20 November 2006<P>

thanks willtobe1, every woman longs to be touched as if she's the last fresh flesh on earth, longing to be appreciated like she's the center of the earth. <BR>
that's how it is to be dainted. :)
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