Treasure Island

lena clift

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His scorch is like a torch to my soul he speaks and I breath his every word even though I know our distance is pain we stay on end for hours him discussing his past and our future me his and him mind is gone imagining us laying together in eachothers arms feeling the warmth of his body and touch is my desire his smell is what I lips pressed softly against his is my want.....his potion is my I wait for him he teases me with words of unspoken gestures of passion and I desire him....his body touch and hands caressing me slowly is my dream....the despair of not knowing how he feels is futile to me the way I feel leads me into despair and so I drift back into my bewildered mind and smile

Submitted: Sunday, April 06, 2008
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