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touch of painted curls
nakedly 
19th-Mar-2004 02:09 am
dragons
this shooting star you can ride
until it burns away
in a spoonful of red sorbet
something painted
on every side.

I suspect I'll think of this every time I eat red sorbet. :)

I know this because Tyler knows this.

32 flavors and then some
and then some. a bite at the neck,
and teeth sink into flesh,
she seeps into him (he melts into her)
so softly swiftly some things are
melting... now. infectious blood,
warmth, curve of a palm, roll
paradise just breathing you
swallow whole, sip, pour
the wine down her front, torn
red and gray, drip, drip, mrr
distracted and touching, inspiration
in many colors. nonsense as a dish
wandering......
dry and bailing, here we are,
never felt so beautiful, the same
three notes entwined in coils
curls, a sleepy embrace, thump
thump, shy even here, take me,
kill me please, she'd say and
laugh, kiss luce and walk away.

I need a shower and less clothing and sleep. :) Good night! :)
Comments 
3rd-Jan-2005 11:34 pm (UTC)
...having read that, in case you were wondering, i feel sticky. and red.
4th-Jan-2005 07:30 am (UTC)
*grin* I like this entry. :)
5th-Jan-2005 12:42 pm (UTC)
^_^

I was really sort of tired when I read this, and all the others of yours i read that night, but yes, I liked it too.
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