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"X" Let me be solid in this, you pier queen queerboy - I am not showering with you because I want to touch (yet) but to see you, as I felt you this night before, by name, each body part connects to a doctor or an ex-lover (were any doctors?) or to a science of isolation. You tell me you grew up around these parts (knee, anklebone to the...), you know them so well and sloppily forget to look at them after years they stop changing or we ignore signals, pains, or the color of skin as a given attribute of heart. These parts in this light are a demonstration as sexy as subtle as special as connected to my waking next to you and wanting to just watch you watch me and in not touching, I have covered your entire body. This makes me like water, or like wonder, like skin and do you ever sit and see it like I stand and see it spell a "Yes" X, the world wetly falls over you much like I do. |