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honkymagoo -> My first try so be nice :) (2/15/2010 8:28:31 PM)
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He walks toward her and she puts her hand against him and leans in him in a simculacrum of a swoon, mewling. She lies on her back in the sofa while his clothes lie in sad, small piles on the floor. He slides his hand around her waist and she feels smoothly muscled, like a dolphin might. He feels the ripples on her skin, as if he has been transformed into a delicate seismograph that reads and interprets the tremors of her body. Her hands were all over him....four....more than four....until he felt as though he were being lifted in the air in some sort of prolonged ritual of levitation. For those final moments we felt still, as if we existed seamlessly, all sensation negated, by the desire that flowed between us and we lay still as two roots in the forest.
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