'illusion'
By scatcatblu
~O~ we could be lovers incomplete make love without contact subtle and sweet I would desire you beyond all reason drink of your essence in momentary illusion casting my spell scent of anticipation springing the trap mental copulation I dream of your flesh soft and inviting the warmth of your eyes soul enticing lay your mental bonds against my mind rest your weary emotions salt on my palm encircling your presence dreaming soft embrace entering your existence open hearts relate nothing matters here insubstantial unspoken ties strong and gentle cast aside reality superceded we could be love completed ~O~argh mushy pulp blah Written March 29th, 2002 © on Mar 29 2002 09:59 AM PST 18 • 0 • 8
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