leftunspoken's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Oliver Twist I loved his smell. Warm and safe and strong. I loved his chest. I could feel the hair through his tshirt and couldn't stop touching him. I loved his hands holding onto me tightly; never letting me far from his grasp. I loved his lap and his laughter when I offered to move if I was getting heavy. Hmmm... Now the only thought...more please, more please, more please. 3:17 p.m. - January 21, 2004 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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