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By twinkle Date: 2005 Jan 04 Comment on this Work [[2005.01.04.23.30.25252]] |
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on ocassion, i must admit, i would too like a clean silver-cloud bed to lie on. the white sheets are tied down by constellations and midnight. i too would have two firm hands be firm around my waist brown and thick and long with a day of desire and love. i would have a face so close to mine i could smell the listerine and steak hanging on his tongue. yes, there are times, when i am twenty-one and have twenty one dark lonely nights of silence and winter. twenty one longings threading my dreams - when i wake they are lingering like vines on a castle wall. |