“That may not be much, the way worlds are dying these days.” “We have this day, this moment. We have right now.” I am loving this. You have no idea. I am just really glad you're sharing it :D
There are no words. None. No sentences. Only rag-tag adjectives that mean too little. breathtaking, stunning, mind-numbingly beautiful. It's not enough.
The awe and love burning in Dom’s eyes was as fresh and pure as Adam’s.
How do you twist your way into my soul like this? You mold me into something new with each word, something unexpected and joyful. You make me want to laugh and cry and shout and whisper and wrap my arms around you and just love. Anyone and everyone, but you in particular.
ok, because this story has me tightly in its grasp and wont let me go, i had to say more little thing about what this is making me feel.
when you wrote,
Billy let himself sink deep into the age-old ritual of love. There was nothing new about kissing Dom’s neck and belly or the sounds Dom made when he arched off the bed. There were no new words that Billy whispered in Dom’s ear. The sweat on Dom’s brow was as old as the Earth’s lost seas, the seas from which they were both born eons and eons ago.
it made me feel privy to a deeply private and emotional encounter. it's not graphic in it's description (and great googly moogly, girleen, you do graphic very, very well!) but this is still such a powerful passage for me. maybe it's more so without the usual sexual play by play. this is a story that will be read and re-read, countless times.
Wow! Thank you so much. I find it very difficult to write the play by play lately. It always looks so flat to me so I just sort of skipped it this time around. I'm glad it worked for you. There is something more erotic, at times, about not seeing everything.
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“We have this day, this moment. We have right now.”
I am loving this. You have no idea. I am just really glad you're sharing it :D
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There are no words. None. No sentences. Only rag-tag adjectives that mean too little. breathtaking, stunning, mind-numbingly beautiful. It's not enough.
The awe and love burning in Dom’s eyes was as fresh and pure as Adam’s.
How do you twist your way into my soul like this? You mold me into something new with each word, something unexpected and joyful. You make me want to laugh and cry and shout and whisper and wrap my arms around you and just love. Anyone and everyone, but you in particular.
There are no words.
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I'm sorry I missed you last nite.
♥
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when you wrote,
Billy let himself sink deep into the age-old ritual of love. There was nothing new about kissing Dom’s neck and belly or the sounds Dom made when he arched off the bed. There were no new words that Billy whispered in Dom’s ear. The sweat on Dom’s brow was as old as the Earth’s lost seas, the seas from which they were both born eons and eons ago.
it made me feel privy to a deeply private and emotional encounter. it's not graphic in it's description (and great googly moogly, girleen, you do graphic very, very well!) but this is still such a powerful passage for me. maybe it's more so without the usual sexual play by play. this is a story that will be read and re-read, countless times.
kerry =)
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Thanks again!
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