Tuesday, September 16, 2003
THOUGHTS THAT KEEP ME UP AT NIGHT
His clean, soft, tender, gentle, lily white hands contrasted against my darker, smooth skin. Touching me. Awakening me.
His kisses- gentle and warm. Inviting. Passionate. Certain.
Laughing.
His body pressed against mine.
Hours of lovemaking.
Days of lovemaking.
Lovemaking.
His fingers fluttering masterfully over the strings of his guitar.
His mind. His competence. His confusion.
His apologies. Fervent; meek; genuine; weak.
Everything aches. I want him out of my mind.
His clean, soft, tender, gentle, lily white hands contrasted against my darker, smooth skin. Touching me. Awakening me.
His kisses- gentle and warm. Inviting. Passionate. Certain.
Laughing.
His body pressed against mine.
Hours of lovemaking.
Days of lovemaking.
Lovemaking.
His fingers fluttering masterfully over the strings of his guitar.
His mind. His competence. His confusion.
His apologies. Fervent; meek; genuine; weak.
Everything aches. I want him out of my mind.
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