thoughts I dont say
By audrina
Painted nails, luscious lips, fur draping the hips. Women of class. Personalities so sheen. Hungry thoughts becoming obscene. I have studied and contemplated each gentle move. Caressed his thigh, even stroked his bone. Silence reins. I felt and complained. Now I am bewildered trying to stay sane. The ongoing struggle lay still. The heavens have left me unfullfilled. I am content. I am restles in flow. I am just not sure I am raring to go. Written February 28th, 2002 © on Feb 27 2002 05:20 PM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"Painted nails, luscious lips, fur draping the hips...."