Zennie
Bluelighter
the title is giving me so much trouble
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In between your
legs, between
two thoughts.
Lips, teeth
bared.
Flesh
breath to breath.
Would you deny
me now?
Not within the
hold of that
elusive
ecstasy.
Touch me,
trembling.
Kiss me,
aching.
Will you ask in the
morn?
12/01/01

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In between your
legs, between
two thoughts.
Lips, teeth
bared.
Flesh
breath to breath.
Would you deny
me now?
Not within the
hold of that
elusive
ecstasy.
Touch me,
trembling.
Kiss me,
aching.
Will you ask in the
morn?
12/01/01