No Reason Kept Here by Lacy D Phillips
There is no purpose for this soft skin, no likeness of my soul in this waning body. This is all for you for I have tired of these dancing hands. I have no pleading desire no caustic hunger in this measure of flesh, not a want that cannot be expressed by the lilt in your tired voice that echoes the curve of my hips. 08/07/2003 Posted on 08/08/2003 Copyright © 2024 Lacy D Phillips
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