in your hands…

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I discovered a depth of desire that will only ever echo your name.
And in this knowing, I touch my softest parts, again and again,
ever dewy from knowing the strength and tenderness of your touch.
I wait for your gaze to remind me of what was possible and what might yet be.

I open to you, flush with hope, wet with need, soft with moan.
Lover, come to me.

 

whispers on our lips…

She was fascinated with words. To her, words were things of beauty, each like a magical powder or potion that could be
combined with other words to create powerful spells.


— Dean Koontz —