the moth

[jtylerblue]

at times it seems to become clear to me that you will never be more than a figment of my imagination. a woman, close to being real but still solidly locked away in fantasy, in dream, in desire. i want to sing oasis songs and smoke cigarettes, drink whiskey, dance in rain, pick wild flowers and place them on your pillow while you are away and tease

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[iamoutofstep]

carry me off to bed and leave the lights on, just because i wouldn't expect it. those are the things that stay with me.

[jtylerblue]

indeed.

[noir_au_blanc]

Beautiful.

For all the little words, eroticisms, and memories that invoke with the words that were written.

[jtylerblue]

thanks.

[silveringridd]

in college i memorized the first bit of The Love Song, well, way more than the first bit...extending quite a bit further than what you've got here...i went through an eliot phase.

biting is good. oh i love the biting.

[jtylerblue]

who doesn't like biting?

[silveringridd]

ummm...there are a lot of them out there, believe it or not.

i've been bitched at numerous times for playful nipping and biting.

i take that as a sign and run for the hills.

[empfindlich]

...makes me want to take dirty pictures and send them it you...

[jtylerblue]

oh do it.....

[ninyah]

a moth is a moonlit butterfly

Exactly.

..good to see your writing, again.

[jtylerblue]

thanks. it has been awhile.

moonlit....that was the word i was looking for....ha.

[ninyah]

Moonlit, that was the word you did use, isn't it?

[jtylerblue]

oh, it is. i remember writing it and i had a hard time coming up with that word. i guess i ultimately did. i remember the struggle i guess more than the result.

how are you?