long, slender fingers
sliding down
over, around, beside
soft, pliant shoulders
sinking back
on, against, into
cool, hungry lips
burning with
of, inside, like
hot, pulsing cells
coursing through
in, between, up
hard, waiting limbs
quivering near
to, until, past
brief, stolen fury
racing by
from, beyond, now
Garbage? Maybe. But little by little I'll exorcise the demons. Annie, are you out there? I think I *really* need some of that good stuff tonight.
