dallianceA Chapter by freelancejouster
trail through over-long hair,
no time for cutting dead proteins
when you could be laying,
spooned against another,
slimmer than your own anorexic form.
bones on bony bones strike fires,
flames of every sort,
lighting skin and passion.
no time for combing either,
fingers caught, tangled,
and she snorts into your shoulder,
as she's caught against you,
in another way
than you would have figured.
© 2011 freelancejouster
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