Affections
By ecologist
her fingers linger, on his lapel fold WANTING to be his world, his form his life falling down, one step at a time to the beat of a melody (unheard) untouched VIRGIN her dream or his dream the scent of it wafts once again in his HEAD touching, caressing the pulses of HER caught amidst the CHAOS of her caresses lies the sensuality of her TOUCH in memories + affections of brushes, glances + EMBRACES Written February 21st, 2002 © on Feb 20 2002 11:47 PM PST 0 • 8
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