O-dad's Medium
Underhanded from on high
- Joined
- Mar 7, 2003
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One cannot say what it was that triggered the convergence. Were the stars right? Were closed paths now re-opened? But it matters little, here we are again, and I've missed you terribly.
There was only so long I was going to be able to dance politely around you. Only so many quips innuendos and twisted tales I could tell before I would succumb. But I think this fall is a mutual one. I fall not on you nor you on me, but we fall upon, and into one another. So as our lips meet, our bodies now softly in contact, our senses crackling with current and remembered sensation - we're already lost.
So when you are spun about, my body once again pressed close and deep into yours, my fingers knotted in the hair at the nape of your neck, we both mutter a near silent curse against the evils of fabric...
And the rending begins.
There was only so long I was going to be able to dance politely around you. Only so many quips innuendos and twisted tales I could tell before I would succumb. But I think this fall is a mutual one. I fall not on you nor you on me, but we fall upon, and into one another. So as our lips meet, our bodies now softly in contact, our senses crackling with current and remembered sensation - we're already lost.
So when you are spun about, my body once again pressed close and deep into yours, my fingers knotted in the hair at the nape of your neck, we both mutter a near silent curse against the evils of fabric...
And the rending begins.
