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Feb 26, 2010
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fragile
.
the pale dawn casts me in pastels
and I find I like the fragility
of the delicate hues
I like the way my skin looks-
muted
lucent
a studied contrast
against vibrant hands
that trace my contours
one electric finger at a time
across my brow
my lips,
my shimmering emotions
I like the smell of my skin
after the press of yours
I like how it holds your scent
and how,
hours after loving,
your whispered words
echo still.
.
the pale dawn casts me in pastels
and I find I like the fragility
of the delicate hues
I like the way my skin looks-
muted
lucent
a studied contrast
against vibrant hands
that trace my contours
one electric finger at a time
across my brow
my lips,
my shimmering emotions
I like the smell of my skin
after the press of yours
I like how it holds your scent
and how,
hours after loving,
your whispered words
echo still.
.
— pleiades, Feb 26, 2010
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Critiques
Cloudthings
16 years 3 months ago
Delicious sensual write, I know these sensations & love how you
pleiades
16 years 3 months ago
ahh anni…always such a
Esker
16 years 3 months ago
sensous
pleiades
16 years 3 months ago
“Like gallery walks and
Seren
16 years 3 months ago
Dear P
pleiades
16 years 3 months ago
thank you jc for your
magics02
16 years 3 months ago
Just loved this one
pleiades
16 years 3 months ago
if all you can say is that
Esker
16 years 2 months ago
Re read
pleiades
16 years 1 month ago
“I like the smell of my
Dalton
16 years 1 month ago
…hours after loving your