Goodnight
By jilli72950
My poor hands shake with fear as the silence envelopes me. You'd see nude newspaper, she saw wrapping paper. How creative to look beyond her eyes. I gaze now, lying in my bed, up at my ceiling. Though it looks very much like a padded wall. Perhaps to keep me sand, for insanity of my pent up feelings for you are slowing taking way. My chipped fingernails stare at me as I like thinking, yes you were at the movies. Last, and this. The showing with the pretty elven folk, right? You and Bridget, and during Harry P. 'Twas a magical time, that night, when I first felt for you. Sitting upon thine legs in a completly crowded room, yes, I felt for you then. Genuine perplexity with such interesting features. You hair-each strand its own, your eyes so concentrated, so happy yet with such painful sadness. Your lips with quivering madness and your hands. So skilled at what they love. For you each day to my dearest love goodnight Written January 3rd, 2002 © on Jan 03 2002 08:57 AM PST 10 • 0
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"My poor hands shake with fear as the silence envelopes me...."