Its very late in fact.
It is so late that it is actually early now.
I crave the feel of your skin beneath my finger tips again, your body pressed tightly against mine.
Oh dear, let me hold your body to mine once more soon.
I want you as you want me. Oh, how I want you.
Goodnight, good morning, good day.
Friday, December 19, 2008
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