Her perfume a song of promise, of pleasure
Sacred skin pressed together
Her wanting voice like the wind.
Finding each tiny touch speaks of love
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About Me: I'm a theatre major working towards Broadway. My goal is to be stage managing there by the time I'm thirty. I write when the urge strikes, which is becoming increasingly rare.
Friday, October 16, 2009
The wild woman whispers warmly as the sun.
posted by Jill at 1:32 AM
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