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May 24, 2004
Touch me, and something waiting underneath my skin will ignite us both. Before either of us know what's happening, we'll be on the floor. The words will come as images: your smile and mine, your hands holding my wrists, my legs around your waist. It will be slow, so sweetly, infinitely slow, but over in one heartbeat. Kiss me, and I will melt into your hands. More pictures: my eyes closed tightly shut, your strength against my own, our sweat in tiny beads. Our whispers will become one scream will become hot silence.

Tonight I learned the power of imagination.