all ways, always
Some things are better left unspoken and become more gracefully inviting through written words.
Monday, August 23, 2010
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whispering to me
(whisper it to me)
puckered breaths,
tickling tatters
to-tell-tales.
my locks lock
your sense of smell
succulently silky
and sly, sly, lies.
ran, run, running
through your finely
fickle fingers.
imagining me
(imagine me)
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