I breathe you in. You ignore the gesture. by Lacy D Phillips
I carried the memory with me for weeks of the smell of your warm, masculine energy always overlaid with hints of suede. I positively stooped to rest my flaming cheek against your muscled shoulder blade as you sat reviewing your hand of cards. This is me, standing always behind you lending you courage to risk greater sums. This is me stooping to raise you up. This is me. You always smell like suede and the memory of it haunts me when you've gone away. 05/15/2006 Posted on 05/15/2006 Copyright © 2025 Lacy D Phillips
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