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davidmerriman Member
since 2003-04-30
Posts 123Dallas, TX |
If I could, I would kiss you with Plato dribbling down my chin and your shirt off on my bed, sitting there like it was sleeping, resting in its rightful place. I would see your smooth body crawl to me in fluid movements, and I would purse my lips to shoot off little puffs of noise in hopes your skin would quickly come and cover up the ruckus. Hours pass and then its dinner, drained and sleepy, crawling up and out into the great big house, vast and coarse and rough against the bottoms of my feet. Yawning like a little baby, cleaned and sticky, lazy happy, I rub with care your little shoulders and hope to God my love will reach you. |
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