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The Feel of Words
Title: The Feel of Words
Author:
shegollum
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Prompt(s): #12: the speech of wandering
Disclaimer: Completely untrue but very nice to imagine.
There's speech in silence and messages in meandering. Words of wisdom float down and touch the wandering. I know it ... I hear the sounds. Syllables and sentences brush against my tired skin as surely as the grass and the trees and the rain.
Sean is a voice all his own. When he sleeps, warm love pours from him and I hear the singing of his soul. Making love with him is fiery music; running my fingers along his spine is softer-than-rain drumbeats, down his thigh, tangled poems made of velvet. Every gaze speaks volumes and welcomes me home with secret whispers.
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Rating: G
Warnings: None
Prompt(s): #12: the speech of wandering
Disclaimer: Completely untrue but very nice to imagine.
There's speech in silence and messages in meandering. Words of wisdom float down and touch the wandering. I know it ... I hear the sounds. Syllables and sentences brush against my tired skin as surely as the grass and the trees and the rain.
Sean is a voice all his own. When he sleeps, warm love pours from him and I hear the singing of his soul. Making love with him is fiery music; running my fingers along his spine is softer-than-rain drumbeats, down his thigh, tangled poems made of velvet. Every gaze speaks volumes and welcomes me home with secret whispers.
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This! That description is just lovely!
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running my fingers along his spine is softer-than-rain drumbeats
tangled poems made of velvet
oh yes, just like that.
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