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Reason vs Instinct
27 March 2009 16:48Princess Dragonbait leans in close to examine my new pendant. The pile of bags and coats on the bench makes the position awkward, and so, unthinking, I raise my hand to support her.
The gesture wafts the gentle scent of her skin to me as my fingers wrap around her bare shoulder, the scent and feel of a lost lover, distant memory suddenly fresh and alive and oh-so-tantalizingly present. I want to inhale deeply, breathe it in, linger for a moment in lost joys. My eyes are riveted to her neck and I want to bury my face in it, bury my teeth in it, run my tongue across it.
But such things are not permitted. ( Read more... )
The gesture wafts the gentle scent of her skin to me as my fingers wrap around her bare shoulder, the scent and feel of a lost lover, distant memory suddenly fresh and alive and oh-so-tantalizingly present. I want to inhale deeply, breathe it in, linger for a moment in lost joys. My eyes are riveted to her neck and I want to bury my face in it, bury my teeth in it, run my tongue across it.
But such things are not permitted. ( Read more... )
