A daily trip to the convenience store of the deranged
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Your hands
Grasping, reaching towards the edges of the sofa as I push from behind. Gold sparkle tip nails leaving trails of ruffled feather suede. I love the shape of your hands my dear, and the way they telescope our lust into the stars.
I read the first 2 pages at work today and wanted to leave early. Tomorrows a new day and I plan on getting thru half the book, thanks Jack...
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