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Where is the light we once knew? What darkness is this? Our fingers touch fingertips on fingertips, that electric buzzing between us, shocking us in its pleasantness, pleasing us in its shockingness; the buzz vibrating through the dark like that phallus we both knew vibrating between us. Where her fruit once overflowed with juices, a dry dying comes and her heartbeat is a pinprick sensation tingling in the night air like a dull bell in a weak wind. Where does the darkness reach? Why has the light failed? Once we took flight in her wide wings motion, her vibrant heart beating, a big bass drum sounding as we flew in our loving and ****** flight in that far away night. Her lips motion words, the kisses less warm, less soft; where once her kisses burned and seared, just chill wind comes, and less and less as feared. Baisers froids, she whispers, my cheek chills to her kisses, my heart seeks a once upon love, a touch to warm as once before, getting less, but wanting more and more.
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Oct 6, 2016
Oct 6, 2016 at 2:45 PM UTC
WHERE IS THE LIGHT.
Where is the light we once knew? What darkness is this? Our fingers touch fingertips on fingertips, that electric buzzing between us, shocking us in its pleasantness, pleasing us in its shockingness; the buzz vibrating through the dark like that phallus we both knew vibrating between us. Where her fruit once overflowed with juices, a dry dying comes and her heartbeat is a pinprick sensation tingling in the night air like a dull bell in a weak wind. Where does the darkness reach? Why has the light failed? Once we took flight in her wide wings motion, her vibrant heart beating, a big bass drum sounding as we flew in our loving and ****** flight in that far away night. Her lips motion words, the kisses less warm, less soft; where once her kisses burned and seared, just chill wind comes, and less and less as feared. Baisers froids, she whispers, my cheek chills to her kisses, my heart seeks a once upon love, a touch to warm as once before, getting less, but wanting more and more.
LOVERS IN A DARK PLACE WANTING LIGHT.
TerryCollett
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Oct 6, 2016
Oct 6, 2016 at 2:45 PM UTC
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