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Sitting at my computer, I grow tired of my self-distraction, and look up to see you laying in the bed. I fall into your kisses; the world is pink and swirled and gentle. Why do you have to kiss me so tenderly, So moistly. Like a french pastry for dessert. |
Copyright ©2009 Ashi Shadow -9/5/09
Note: In my experience, french pastries are not actually how I describe, I think English pastries are more likely to be like that.
But we associate such pastry-ness with the french.
on CY, after listening to Greater Than by Verdera.
Don't think I'll finish it. Like it the way it is.