feeling
By audrina
I sit lusting a stranger. He brings me moments of rest, suprise creativity. My body hungers the mystery. Imagination wanders. Masculine build rehearsing the ritual of desire. You climb my spine, the chill allures me. I find myself making love to your disapearing eyes. You are an abstract painting yet the connection explains. I thrive studying the lines, sexuality leaps and I embrace the page. Written February 28th, 2002 © on Feb 28 2002 07:01 AM PST 0 • 18 • 16
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"I sit lusting a stranger...."