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Oct 26, 2009 02:06

i can't find the answers that i need
i can't find myself for anything
this man i've never met i know
he would have the answers
he would know where to go
this man i can't find him

his hands roam the sea of blue cotton. it is a cold wavy ocean that hides the treasure he seeks. hands search deeper into darker hidden parts. where they know they will find her warmth. like pirates to plunder his hands take all that he want to be his. savagely trained hands take no prisoners as they pull their prize closer to him. it is too late for to her to get away. she rolls over twisting the sheets around her giving into his arms. finding his lips sleep is worth losing as he presses in on her. every caress has purpose, each kiss a mission, his hands guide her under him. tangled up with sheets and arms, she can't escape his strength. under him she feels his breath, his heat. her eyes find the shape of strong shoulders pushing through the darkness.
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