My hands play idly
against your skin,
as if aware of divinity.
My fingertips linger,
just past the edge,
brushing upon eternity,
and folding back again.
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Reviews of "Pretending Passion"
Reviewed by blue soplain (Reader)
Reviewed on August 20, 2007
ador the interanl structure and scheme of this; classical tones and lines and voice. .. . past hte edge of reason/insanity/enchantment. . . beyond the senses. ..
i am loving your style~
nessa
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i am loving your style~
nessa
Excellent descriptive. Brief and poignant. Impressive.
B