Monday, January 11, 2010

When they can't listen, we're here

body talk‏

Early morning hours, my body warm from the night's sleep, held close against his slender body. When I'm alone I hold myself, I feel my skin wrapped around my bones, one hand rests on a hip, a palm on a breast, the nipple piercing it's center
I pretend my warm hands are yours

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