'Forbidden Thoughts'
By christy
the moon is an open throat offering melody to the percussion of fingertips and rain tapping nakedness. vanilla silk slipped, fallen, tangled round frenzied limbs. a glissade of droplets tracing, teasing, collecting like a sea of eager tongues speaking and tasting till they fall lazy and numb in a hush. open your eyes in this darkness, there is still much to be seen when the lights fall to sleep.for my friend with the big imagination...hehehe! Written April 11th, 2002 © on Apr 11 2002 03:15 AM PST 0 • 16
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