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By whisper Date: 2002 Sep 14 Comment on this Work [[2002.09.14.02.36.5564]] |
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soft lips meet tenderly a pulse felt through a kiss on the neck skin touches skin, warmth in the cool mountain air a shirt lifted and soft hands pass over quivering muscle toungues and lips grow stronger, battling and enfolding one another roving hands and quickening heartbeats we speak in the silent language of intaken breaths bodies dance and hands run wild like horses gone mad fingers clench on skin muscle and bone hearts race together, chariots aflame with desire two forms sillouhetted in the dim light two minds soaring in ecstasy this tangle of arms and legs this writhing mass of lust panting breathless hands grow soft, and kisses softer sleep held off for no reason in-particular |