They were soft,tenderly caressing,following the curves,gently stopping then moving,sometimes diving right inside.The moment was electric,waves of passion ran through my body,I wanted it to stop,but the urge was overflowing,the intensity high,the imagination wild,possibilities multiplied in my mind..my face looked flushed,I slowly opened my eyes & it was the camera lens caressing my face..and heard "cut it".
Unlike reality,writing fiction ...has to make sense... Simple observations about life in the form of short stories,poems and thoughts.It s about life and people. It's about you and me.
December 3, 2009
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They were soft,tenderly caressing,following the curves,gently stopping then moving,sometimes diving right inside.The moment was electric,waves of passion ran through my body,I wanted it to stop,but the urge was overflowing,the intensity high,the imagination wild,possibilities multiplied in my mind..my face looked flushed,I slowly opened my eyes & it was the camera lens caressing my face..and heard "cut it".
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