Soft Curves
By Piper
*** As I sat Across From you, You stood there Staring rivets With your eyes, Probing Deeply Into me here And there, Gently touching My hips, a knee, My lips With your fingertips, Searching my lines like An architect planning Renovations... Soft curves, You said, And smiled. I loved that. Say it again... Written March 7th, 2002 © on Mar 06 2002 03:12 PM PST 0 • 10
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