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By bp Date: 2004 Dec 01 Comment on this Work [[2004.12.01.12.06.1540]] |
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.....the soft feelings of silk from her skin translating through his fingertips as they glide gently, touring just the exposed areas of her neck, shoulders, back, and partial-cleavage, unleashing the delicious flight of erotic butterflies in the pit of his stomach. not daring to attempt passage beyond the frail borders of her garment. no, no assumed green light of passage dare he see, heavens no, much to important his quest attaining her most consensual gift...how long the path; days blurred into weeks, and weeks into months leading up to this moment, where it seems his stars sparkled brighter, and his planets lined up straighter than cupid's arrow....kiss' soft and gentle just long enough then ended leaving them both hungering for another...and though they've both been to this place before, each w/ another, this time around their actions seem almost virginal. life it seemed had given each of them a second chance delivering to them this moment,and each inturn seeing its importance fend off the easy route of giving in to the overwhelming carnal urges of the moment.... " Bob wake up, Bush won..." shit, another four years. |