fallible 2007-11-12 10:48 p.m.


I had a want to rub my skin on yours today... not because I love you... not because I want you... not for any reason I could think of... until... your voice licked my lobe in contempt.

I wanted for the taste of you on my breath... maybe for your smell on my finger tips... because when there is you and me... and nothing between us but that space we get when the straight of your build meets the curve of my hips... clarity seems more like a possibilty and less like a myth.

It's chasing the same high for years... while knowing it doesn't exist.


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