November 23, 2010

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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.


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