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By distant moon Date: 2005 Aug 16 Comment on this Work [[2005.08.16.21.40.2015]] |
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I've spent the last two years in paradise. Your back against my chest. And as I lean my head to whisper, you laugh, as always, at the tickling whiskers. I smile and pull back, squeeze tighter. Because we know. Words are impossible at this point. And love doesn't even begin to describe it. |