It is everywhere. In the crevices of the sofa. My hair at night. The stone steps cold, we do a dance together. A jig, of sorts.
Her skin is brown and smooth and clean. Not sandy. But clean.
No lines. Smooth. No lies. But tender.
And beautiful.
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
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