Monologue of sorts
By moonbutton
Wed, 29 Sep 2004
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You're light fingered as you touch the surface of my skin, cold with
perspiration, hot with the warmth of your body heat. You brush the hair
out of my eyes and stroke the soft skin on my stomach. You touch with
the hand of love. You're eyes look into mine and I become a part of
you. You sink into me and I melt into you. If somebody asked you what
is love, it is the form we create as we become the same. A being with
two bodies but one heart, a shared heart. You thrust with desire and I
will the world away. It's just you and me. Light fingered and gentle.
You hold the hand of love.
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