That touch of velvet on my skin.
The quiet sound of your breath.
The struggle not to smile.
The silent recognition.
Our fingers, interlaced.
My stare lost in yours.
Craving the taste of your sweat.
The urgency to get you close by pushing you away.
Knowing I was part of you.
I remember
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Posted by: casey | 08/10/2006 at 03:17 PM