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Saturday, November 05, 2005

secret places

hand running casually over a hip,

leg draped across a lap,

eyes closed,

touching, exploring, thanking, desiring, healing, helping, taking love.

the luxurious feel of palms slowly sliding down a back,

the growing heat of two chests closer, closer,

the pure shared breath.


it's not ridiculous to want such things.

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