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My husband
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My husband |
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Boshii2 Member
since 2009-02-01
Posts 146 |
My husband. His bed. A quilt,patch worked with the stains of laughter. Rails framing a kalaedescope of his life. Children begetting and begotten forgetting and forgotten. He was young then. He would be young again. How I longed to be beneath his rib from whence I came. He would kiss my feet but I lifted him up. Our secrets were ours alone. Together. Still young we would love each other till forever. And from his bed I'll never be , Until he's had more pleasure than me. |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
boshiisan..your art is a katana edge..with light oil to shimmer as it severs..enjoyed it |
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