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Chanson Senior Member
since 2000-08-19
Posts 1559Up Creek w/Out Paddle |
Once, you edged near til buried inside, reality weakening my frivolity. I was absorbed, my essense guarded within bonds of acceptence, strengthening my reserve. Without restraint you sheltered, veins pulsed hunger, my face a radiance of serenity. Pooled reflection in your dark eyes spoke volumes. As the blind reads braille, so you touched the blushed pages of my cheek in verbless carress, as one quietly confessing. Now ill-used; white, crisp pages, once speaking to me become curl-edged parchment with no voice. Ink fades into illegible smudges of nonchalance. chanson~ |