fingers
work as
two players
in this.
they can
be useful or
useless
just the opposite
of two different
spectrums.

his touch was soft, gentle
fleeting
it ran through my nerves
like a sieve.

i drank him in
lips
greedy and open
i took him
in
deeper, deeper
he came to me
in me
with me
and we laid in the still of silk sheets,
panting, exhausted and
spent.
(but our souls were just the opposite).

06/10/2002

Posted on 06/10/2002
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