I hate the way this blog editor looks. But I'll never had ego change blogs again, as long as Blogger stays up, and I don;t see Google breaking any time soon.
I love the way my mouth tastes after I see you. It is filled with the flavors of your tongue and skin, all of you, and, sometimes, of me, too. I don't know what I like more, the test of my skin on your lips, or the idea of you taking the flavor of my skin with you.
I can spend months with you on my mind, with nothing but my fingertips to remind me, but I have help- my imagination, and my pillows. Dreams fill my nights, and fantasies fill my days. They are interrupted only by your voice through electronic communications, and I love those interruptions.
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