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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
She had a shoulder that was her own a bit naked in the way its bone could be seen Her quiet manner evenly pressed skirts and v-neck sweaters were picked out each and every morning The sudden silence that teased the room of its chatter Her legs crossed underneath the table so effortlessly with her pale ankles like white armor, like remnants of the frost that lingered as spring hedged forward. She was her shoulders best friend The one she could lay on in times of need or expose its tender features when she romanced the nights young bachelors A sliver of skin and nothing more quiet until the shower head began to run her shoulder naked, again small, brown moles delicately scattered across her collarbone. |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
Sounds like a romance at a distance. She had, or has, a definite influence on you. Nice write, Tomer. JL  Love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul,and with all your mind. Love your neighbor as yourself. |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Thanks, JL...hope all is well Cheers |
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