The Ides of March Saturday, Mar. 16, 2002 ~ 6:14 PM << >>
And so, I was thinking. Incidentally, Her favourite addiction is cherry flavored. She says, �I know. I know. The alcohol in it dries your lips.� as she passes it to me. It is warm where her lips were just and sliding it on I am licked with desire. I laugh. But by the bottom of my bubbly I find that I too have become cherry-sweet in her mouth. Dizzy. Lady. I�m so very Dizzy/ me more. I am drunk on this.us. Oh! and she rolls in my mouth like such vintage bliss. ~ Firestarter. The tips of me are burning to touch you. Oh, and let me make a meal of your scent: my hunger growing with this longer lingering of my tongue over the sweet of you. I can hear the softness of you, sighing pleasure deep into this bright ache. Like this. Baby, I could live forever at the base of your neck. Here, where the majik is. ~ How is it that the Heavens cannot hold you, but you are here with me? And so, undone you shake the stars from your hair. (take me, Goddess, paint your new sky on this midnight skin) ~ And a thousand times: I love you/I�m sorry. But when you drip your honey thick voice onto my skin, I cannot help but open my mouth/hands/body to hear you better. . . . .
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