Wednesday, September 17, 2008

His hand drifts up the underside of my forearm. He uses a finger to trace the barely visible trail of a pale green vein; I watch the ever-so-slight indentation under his gentle touch.

His fingers slide between mine, in a latticework of digits. The soft webby skin tucks against my own.   

We clasp.

A perfect fit.

posted at 4:30:55 pm

Deirdre
October 9, 2008   11:10 AM PDT
 
Aww.

... but ... then what?

;)
Juliet
September 24, 2008   03:08 AM PDT
 
Crap. I have competition. (:

That was lovely. (:
jude
September 19, 2008   03:27 PM PDT
 
beautiful...

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Glo'ri'a'na, noun:
1. An alternative form of "Gloria."
2. As "Americana" defines itself as artefacts of American culture, "Gloriana" consists of the artefacts of my culture.


   



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