novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- the cowboy brings no comfort i want to sit on your lap and tuck my side into your torso. rest my face against your neck, my temples between your jaw- and collar bones. no, not you. i don't want you. you are rude and you keep resting your hand on my thigh. as if i am your armchair. this is a sentiment i can understand, but such touch is only warranted when it is welcomed. 10:29 am - 02.06.04 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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