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Hands (Free verse) by frostygirl Bulging viens
Your masculinity dripping
In a subconscious puddle
At my feet
Hold my breath
Your ruggedness
Raw
Like an anceint hunter
Capable of so much evil
That of a gun
That of a spear
Bare hands, such strength
Yet gingerly
Tenderly
Strokes my cheek
And reassures me of this world
Such roughness
Complimented by your compassion
Gentle creature
Noble soul
The thickness of your fingers
Feels so good along my spine
I shiver with such passion
Instinctual to your touch
Up the ladder:
Mellow
Down the ladder:
What is Gold
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Posted: July 28, 2002 12:31 PM PDT; Last modified: July 28, 2002 12:31 PM PDTWeighted score: 5.0238404 Overall Rank: 7372 Comments:
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-=SeTTle=- @ 63.214.68.113
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28-Jul-02/6:22 PM
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Look honey if it weren't for the gun and the spear we'd all be eating berries and morels right now
That's the slut in you going for seconds.
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