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By Galadrial Date: 2013 Jan 19 Comment on this Work [[2013.01.19.13.57.25816]] |
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We play word games every damned day, looking for ways to finesse a "q", flirting with words that carry "x", and dammit words were how we got here, when a touch was too much to even consider, all those years ago. Words With Lovers to be more precise, where the only reticence is the "l" word, not sapphic, but just as forbidden. You love so much about me, my eyes, my smile, my acrid wit--- and you have fumbled at times and said it plain, then looked abashed at the nude effrontery. Sweet sweet love, you can stand naked before my famished eyes, offer every bit of yourself, and take me in a New York Minute--- but I only feel shame from you when you dare "I love you.", then back away as if my kiss were suddenly kryptonite to your soul. |