The exquisite pain, the intricacies, the complications and complexities of love and sex
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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