pixelpixie Moderator Posts: 6110 From: Ontario, Canada Registered: Aug 2003
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posted January 17, 2005 01:46 AM
The air is thick when I think about it my breath becomes staccatto and solid breathing a little life into this thought escaping like a strap loosened and travelling down a slick shoulder a delight in half light a thought funk to spike the flesh and drown the skin in his scent and the snaking press of a thigh encased within my own enough to draw a sigh and a tiny sneaky moan this dance we perfect with every step of thought and flesh emeshed and the everything that happens when the nothing comes to play the nothing lives on something big in a small part of my everydayIP: Logged |