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Moisture hangs hooked on the air Eyes un-meeting, un-watching, stare with baited velvet And the moment holds wary and wanton. suspended Paused Filled Waiting The only sound the whisper of breath close enough to steal The only feeling Unbearable, beautiful, warmth Fiction real Skin drenched in the promise of sweat Pupils wide enough to teach The only part of their body that can reach that peak of longing The feel of shifted air A breath A single hair Almost touching Almost real Close enough to steal A piece of Torturous Perfection The Moisture hangs hooked on the air
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Aug 31, 2014
Aug 31, 2014 at 10:32 AM UTC
Desire
Moisture hangs hooked on the air Eyes un-meeting, un-watching, stare with baited velvet And the moment holds wary and wanton. suspended Paused Filled Waiting The only sound the whisper of breath close enough to steal The only feeling Unbearable, beautiful, warmth Fiction real Skin drenched in the promise of sweat Pupils wide enough to teach The only part of their body that can reach that peak of longing The feel of shifted air A breath A single hair Almost touching Almost real Close enough to steal A piece of Torturous Perfection The Moisture hangs hooked on the air
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Lifesabeach
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Lifesabeach
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Aug 31, 2014
Aug 31, 2014 at 10:32 AM UTC
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