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Longing… Desiring with an intensity that beckons the unfamiliar… A warm, slow massage beneath the surface of desperately willing skin, transformed by impatience into a translucent sheath that yearns the remembrance of an unannounced touch. Dreaming… Relocating a mind’s eye to the dark freedom of hidden impulses… To drift into the sweet addictive embrace of pure lust, shedding layers of burdensome conscience along a path revealed only by a trail of cracked shells of repressed curiosity now swallowed by taboo. Feeling… slowly wading neck deep through cool streams of magnetic, colorless pleasure… The forfeiture of an imagination’s boundaries to the conquering realm of bliss, leaving it vulnerable to uncontrolled expansion far beyond reason, to await the relentless sweet winds that gently carry it to endless delight. Waking… Re-framing a newly replenished soul within the accepted cubicle of reality… To refill the familiar space with newly birthed memories, gathered with muted excitement that swells and constricts to perfectly unobtrusive form, visible only from within, and discreetly treasured until the birth of its successor. Copyright@2004 Celestial Dancer |