He Strokes My Soul
He has a special way of making love to me that warms my bones. The heat thickens my blood and flows like lava through every chilled room in my heart. My heart slows and my breathing deepens as tensions are released.
He touches me with words, colors, and music.
Every day, I imagine how it will be the first time his fingertips touch mine... And then my heart quickens...
He touches me with words, colors, and music.
Every day, I imagine how it will be the first time his fingertips touch mine... And then my heart quickens...
posted by just thinking | Friday, March 24, 2006
9 Comments:
it makes coming home worth the effort.
It sure does...
Wow...I wish I had someone to touch me like that!
Jt, it's ok to share me with linny.
Please JT tell me that Badgerbob knocks you unconscious and drags you home against your will. Or, better yet, this is all just a dream that you have while you're in your coma, Right?
Actually, he was shot whilst scurrying through the yard, resulting in his coma dream that we would want to share him, much less touch him. :D
That's the kind of relationship I have with alcohol... except for the whole love-making thing. That's icky.
morbid... you won't think it's icky when you grow up :p
I've went through all these "He" posts, I think this is the best one.
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