indi
up to our hips then waists..for hours we wandered through the wetlands filled finally with water. we wade around submerged logs and trip over branches. the kids paddle catching spiders and little fish in their nets and bottles
it always feels like a mix of delight and 'get me outa here' - the dance floor in front of the band i've been waiting to see FOREVER! and the crush of bodies. strangers hips pushed against mine, arms tangling with mine, voices intertwined with mine. our breath mingled. spirits soaring looser, freer, unconstrained by physicality.
explosive was the only way i could describe it. there was no logic. no way to control it. explosive in colour, sense, need. that lust.
ugh! the word just sends the horrors through me...opinionated folks who think they're better than everyone else. patronising. snide. very different to my heroes, who some may also regard as living with high morals..
i always wanted to touch antlers...i imagine them so velvety, soft but firm. cool. in the cold season that surely reindeers galavant around in
her jaws held my hand. so tight. burning. piercing. and then her paws. grabbed me like a boxer grabs in the ring. why my little furry beastie? why do you do this mr jeckle thing to me.
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