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She closes her eyes to feel. Feel the thick warmth of mint and beer. Feel cotton, skin, hair, sweat, running over and in and under one another like a rustle through trees. Feel the jolts, the beating wings, the flames, the indescribable. Feel his lips press against hers... then withdraw.

Robyn Williamson : 23 Nov 2010 18:58 |  Tags: Mow2010 |  Comments (0) |  Close comments |  Report a problem