othelladub's Diaryland Diary
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If you're a fly gal, get your nails done Get a pedicure, get your hair did Boy lift it up, lets make a toasta Lets get drunk, its gon bring us closa Don't I look like a Halle Berry posta? -Missy Elliott (work it)
fearless running in the silk, stream of thin lines; veins strip the slick razorline down / around the bicep. futurepast remains burning in lemon lips; cha cha ringing in the heat of my ears. scandal pops through you / the sun sins in the cracks of your smile. the drive is long, through gravel and snow. charlie stops for a little blow. continuing the road to ruin, russian-style, lit up and fed to dog oysters, remembrance brings elation - and you sing with your hips and ice cold tips. and the cube melts and your face locks on high. as the neck and jawline arch in a straining angle, facing the ceiling. muscles crunch and hands clench. moisture builds/wool billows, surrounding the small of your back. smooth heat swirls in the air of blackness, with light a switch away. and aching, penetrating bliss of soreness neverending - and ending you begin again. lick and suckle and drink and absorb. roll in your love,sweat in your sweet presence. burning cool and popping and glistening. escape through your length - entrance your mingling membranes with memory. linger in your loving sensations; stinging rains upon your home. never, never, never leave me alone.
2:01 p.m. - 2003-05-10 -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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