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By LoriMe Date: 2002 Dec 02 Comment on this Work [[2002.12.02.19.03.10102]] |
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Your eyelashes flutter soundlessly against my cheek, your breath is warm on my neck, giving way to a quiver. My head is tilted, my hair touches the small of my back Your hands tangled in the mass of curls slide to my hips and up my ribs to my shoulders, tracing my outline with only fingertips. Your mouth has yet to say my name, but your eyes speak volumes when you give me a glimpse of them in the dim light from the hallway. Fire is nothing compared the way you make me melt. I watch our shadows make love on the wall beside me. And strangely I'm jealous because I have to share your passion with the lady on the wall. |