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By Mirabeau Date: 2001 Oct 17 Comment on this Work [[2001.10.17.09.16.3604]] |
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You turned to me and asked for a kiss freezing me like a deer in the headlights. I had uninvented kissing when i noticed that I had to ask everytime--- something he made me do, until i was too ashamed to form the words no matter how starved these lips had gotten. Kissing was not. Simply not. I would not force you if it brought you so little pleasure. And then--- you asked, and I froze fighting back the desire to melt like a thin frost the first time sunlight strokes it. Hunger. Yes. Deep in the belly, soul deep a brand new shade of longing I never knew could be. But if I let the beast free of it cage, could I ever lock it away again, the next time you decided that my lips were really not for kissing? |