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I am not a morning person. I would prefer to wile the day away in bed. under covers. dark and safe and warm and shleepy like. But summer mornings are some of the most gorgeous happenings. Mornings are the night undressing herself. And I have always been curious to know what lies just under the stars. I realize now that I am becoming ever increasingly a jealous personality. I am envious of the clouds in their uninhibited unfurling getting to caress the sky just.so. I am envious of the sun and of the way every inch of everything I can stretch my eyes to burns at her touch. I feel like a voyeur. Like some sort of sensual is spreading itself out in the blue above me and all that I can do is watch. I am opened mouthed most of the time. I am alive with humming. I am trying to capture in words what only the body can understand. And I have never, never, been good at erotica. . How Rude! - Wednesday, Sept. 22, 2004 - 12:16 PM One small step but no giant leap. - Tuesday, Sept. 30, 2003 - 11:17 AM Where's George? - Thursday, Sept. 25, 2003 - 12:48 PM |
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