I wrote this to Amy in 2005. It is now March 2008 and I noticed it was still set to Private as I was afraid to let her see it back then. How funny. How little it matters, how little we know.
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I want to take you home.
I want to paint fingernails down your curves; legs; calves.
I want to touch your stomach, to love your belly with my lips.
I want to hold your neck in my hands and feel your hot breath lick my face.
I want your arms around me, I want you around me.
I want to taste your nape, bless your back with my tongue, and kiss your desire.
My fingers are begging for the warm resistance of your skin.
Let’s go home now, and celebrate what we have.
