| I taste the salt of her tears on your skin, inhale the scent of her sadness entwined in your locs, caress impressions left on your flesh, evidence she was losing her grip. You are with her, but not. She�s long lost the dreamer in you, the ecstacy of you that slays me with acute sensuality. you were sculpted from the void within me tightly clasped in the liquid groove flowing between my thighs You kiss her with lips, melted in the shape of my name, embrace her with arms engraved with my silhouette. My tears are for her, she will lose you. RLT � 2002 |
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