walking through the cobble stoned streets. I surf into my email account and see your name there. a sting in my heart, a flash of warm, tangerine colored love through my skin, through my body. closing my eyes and imagining my face next to yours, my hands exploring the landscape that is you. the sensation of you. the love I keep close to my heart. the longing that lifts me. the love that carries me, that I carry, the love that transforms, the kind of love that burns and aches and soothes, that frees you rather than binds you. I would envy us too.
2007-11-27
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åh, du skriver så svindlande vackert Linda!
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