April 2012
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somewhere, someone is thinking of you. calling you an angel, using celestial colors to paint your image. someone is making you into a vision so beautiful that it can only live in the mind. thinking of the way your breath escapes your lips when you are touched, how your eyes close and your jaw tightens with concentration as you give pleasure a home. these thoughts are saving a life somewhere right...
when she comes she pulls you close she breathes in short bursts her eyes close her head tilts back her mouth opens slightly her thighs turn to steel and then melt she is perfect and you feel like you are everything.
“I will wade out till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers. i will take the...”
– E .E. Cummings
