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created @ 10/5/2008 11:58 pm |
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Hunting Shadows
I thought I could remember a dream in which we chased shallow imitations of each other, afraid to say "wait," and discover your mockup ambled a touch too loosely- you never told me I strut so stiffly- what have I said in my sleep? If you would have dropped hunting shadows of me, perhaps, I thought, when I awoke, my languid fingers would have smoothed your shivers alive, and my knee would, before parting your petal-thighs, linger in the moist cross where each springy lobe of rear curls to where your heat evolves into passion. Instead I ran aground on reality with a sickening lurch: the dream I remembered, I had lived, awake, and so, that night, your thighs would part so only in dreams.
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