| Pursuit Restless and insecure, biting lips and tapping toes. Diverting eyes. A nervous sweating hand meets a goddess� milky flesh. I take an earful of your heaven-filled claims; you take an earful of my earth-filled sorrows. My aimless existence colliding with an angel�s. An eternity of knowledge is passed down to me in a mere hour and three quarters. How I long to be filled to the brim with your exquisite witchery! With the suggestion of lip upon lip, and a short embrace, we part. Shall I see her again? My heart aches for a reprise. |