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| water trailed, feather soft on curve and skin,
a lover�s tongue that spilled fire in its wake. she became the delta in the grind and slide of essence pouring into ocean warm and deep, so very deep, aching with the heave and swell and fill of liquid hearts and souls becoming One inside unfinished stories born of life and the congruence of wildstars and planets drawn to the songs of our sky and raw earthclad power. water trailed light-fingers over back and hip, as she turned, slowly, gently, to its will and felt fluidtouch claim her need, trembling for freefall into an ocean of warm songs drifting in her soul. |