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i feel the pain of these nails in my tongue whenever the sleepers invade my moments.. soft honeydipped words that reach out to melt across the heat of ur waiting world as warm rain on a hot summer day are held ack as i speak with the distance that we all place between each other..

i look over ur body and even as u wonder whether or not ur makeup is done right or ur dress is on straight i can almost feel a warm hand gliding up ur body with the skill of a painter.. surveying the beauty that hides in each curve of u as he tries to map it with his own hands..

the pain of them melts away as i listen to ur words.. focusing on each one. .. using it to see the sights of the world thru ur minds eye..

i sense ur pleasure speaking to me from whispers deep within u and these nails cause me to hesitate to follow the urge to seek it out and taste it deeply..