Saturday, April 17, 2010

08/03/09 Diaries-2

You're shaking your finger at me. My fingers are wandering blindly through the air hopelessly searching to feel your warmth, your smooth softness. My lips are longing for your red poutiness. Then I open my eyes and the air is staring at me w/ a cold eye but I blow out the heat of the fire burning under my breast to make it blind.

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