In Which our Hero Breaks Down and Commits Poetry
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slickthe touch of metal brushing skin beautiful silky sheen sweat and tears he says i am loved clasp of silver steel tin throat encircled one more part claimed whisper of contact fingers breasts heartbeat racing becase he says i exist someday i will believe that this white-hot friction caress is not all there is to me for now though he touches me and it feels slick as if he is only stroking the surface of a depthless, empty pool he says he sees it in my eyes my love my desire and i can't find the words to tell him that all he sees is the dark water waiting to drown him sweet oily liquid covering claiming and afterward i feel dirty my speech matching my skin the only word that i can find to describe this the feeling that saturates me slick
I have noticed that I update more often when I am depressed... funny how that works. However. I just got a letter from kitten... and suddenly I am not depressed. I want to write a long happy entry. I think that I will go pick flowers instead, though. *smile* Life is good. Really.
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