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By spirial Date: 2004 Oct 08 Comment on this Work [[2004.10.08.13.51.1605]] |
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And what again of words... Ones what touch... Here ... in spaces and places one must... never... touch... This space resting betwixt Two heaving breasts Just a whisper of feel Down this junction t'ween This meeting of thighs A whisper felt Heat of breath soft Of words spoke Whilst one is drinking... Scent... Leaving only that A whisper of breath... Felt... Heated ... here Pon so very tender Sacred ... flesh... Blush...? |