a new year
2006-01-21 | 12:45 p.m.
no warmth inside can match your mouth on mine and your teeth and tongue sliding in mine breath and lips tumble and spill for me tips of fingers rolling delicately over me the pressure applied climbing the urgency enforced rising falling into a magnificently fragile intensity and the decay of your propensity [these seconds are lifetimes]
work on your management skills
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