I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library- Jorge Borges



Sunday, 16 January 2011

Squid

I draw my inititals in the
condensation.
Then move my fingers onto your back
and make the same rotation.

Skin's getting softer and softer and softer
like the head of a squid.
My outer thighs are pushed against
the pink sides of the bath
as my inner thigh presses against you.

I ask you some questions but you just
reply in sighs.
You attend to my feet, at least.

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  3. good b/c its subtle... intimacy at a distance despite the physical proximity- there is a disparity between the inner feeling and outer expression, reinforced by the inner and outer thigh, the softness and the roughness... drawing the initials on the tenuous condensation and then on skin... "at least" was masterful, perfect punctuation of her inner feeling to his sighs.

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  4. So irresistibility slippery is this mantle, a enticing and beguiling squid to be sure.

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  5. 'intimacy at a distance despite the physical proximity'- you're spot on Mike.

    Thank you, hope you're all having an irresistible weekend!

    Oh dear, your description of the enticing squid, has just made me salivate. I'm sure this was not your intention.

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  6. Oh I don't know a little bit of moisture has to be good, especially at this distance.

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