What The Body Remembers
September 14, 2005
My skin remembers all those nights we touched. Your breath felt sweet and warm against my chest, and your tiny, pale body was glued to mine with a million drops of sweat. And now I’m suddenly restless and lonesome and full of yearning.
Posted by Tudor at 11:52 PM in Ideas & Images | TrackBackComments
my restlessness and loneliness can’t be photographed nearly as well as your yearning. God god, you’re lovely, especially on a dark sheet …
Posted by: Laura on September 15, 2005 at 01:25 PMit’s true - you look lovelyandbeautifulandsoftandhard all at once.
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