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In our sleep we make love,
as if Hypnos, God of Slumber, were a voyeuristic mapmaker, marking tantric nighttime tracks for us to follow in the dark; as though Eros, God of Love, sung to us from the blue-black wilderness, and we, in that waking moment, allow ourselves pulled by his impassioned plea. My heart never pumps harder than when I come to consciousness at your trailblazing touch, the tha-thud-tha-thud-tha-thud beating against my chest like the balled-up fists of hungry armies banging at Ares’ command. Beyond midnight and time, our rhythmic movements together are enough to bring deities down from their mountain, down to their knees, making myth as unnecessary as dream |
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Quite hot, hot, hot
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Edited by
s1owhand
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Fri 10/24/08 03:16 AM
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in one endless nightlong sexual kiss |
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Thank you (((pkd & H )))
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WOW, I only wish I could do THIS in my sleep and remember it,lol...
Very moving in its depths of feeling and sharing. really....lol |
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