words like disease.
June 08, 2005, 3:54 p.m.
hands slick like silk on skin... throat to hips to knees... to that scar that my fingers trip. fumbleslip. over... every time they trace the butterflies crawling at the base of her neck...
i'd forgotten how beautiful she was. there. above me. hair falling into eyes bigger than cliches. skin like sugar and words like disease.
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