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Previous - this entry written on October 28, 2003 at 9:54 am - Next Strange, the way things spin. Part of me in an agony of confusion... and part of me, THIS part of me, dancing silent to low dream-filled voices and the hiss of waves on sand. I want to wrap my fingers around her wrists and hold her motionless, kissing, harsh hot smoke cooled by my body and passed to her, back and forth. I want to sit behind her, feeling her lean back against me, my fingertips dancing over her skin. I want this pulse of lust and Hunger to fade... ...but more than that, more than anything right now, I want the taste of blood. Just this second? I want HER blood. I want to taste her. Sleep seems even more distant now.
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