:: Boy In Corner ::
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:: Tuesday, November 11, 2003 ::
Perfume and smoky scents collide,
And actually don't smell that bad,
Smoke usually a cacaphony of repulsion;
But this time whispy flashes of colorful images struggle up my nose.
Your hand dances along the mound of my cheek,
Silken draperies chilling me with excitement.
Our chests pull together,
Heartbeats syncopating although your heart's music shines through.
Love, warmth, fear, generosity, ecstasy, sorrow
All explode and fall to their places in the sky.
Lips like ambrosia slum with mine,
Quick nibbles on my lip,
Fingers treking through my hair.
It is beautiful.
Our fingers now intwined, I shimmer and you shine,
Your beauty trapping me in its glow.
You push away, I refuse to go,
And a smile breaches your lips.
Like a child with cool apricots on a sunny afternoon,
I will treasure this gold that I've found.
:: Rick Kitagawa 10:15 AM [+] ::
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