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marginalia) wrote2003-03-12 10:31 pm
marginalia) wrote2003-03-12 10:31 pm
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you know . . .
. .this might not be as hard as i thought it was.
i discovered on the bus ride home that i had done far more reading than i thought i had. and i had paid more attention in class than i thought as well.
there won't be any in depth analysis in this paper. but i ought to be able to breeze through a surface take on this particular controlled vocabulary.
*makes a pot of tea*
ETA: fine. i admit it. i'm still procrastinating. i blame the leaving las vegas soundtrack for this one, though:
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
the first time you see him, his eyes are blurred from the flight and the champagne.
you touch, and white heat springs from the pads of his fingers and pools deep in your stomach.
you taste, while his kisses coat your mouth with the bourbon you're not yet old enough to be drinking.
you smell as the sweat drips from him, slick and sweet, while his fingers twist through the pillow and your hair.
you hear him, and you wonder how you lived this long without hearing your name uttered low with need.
the first time is not the last.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
right. back to the art and architecture thesaurus, then.
i discovered on the bus ride home that i had done far more reading than i thought i had. and i had paid more attention in class than i thought as well.
there won't be any in depth analysis in this paper. but i ought to be able to breeze through a surface take on this particular controlled vocabulary.
*makes a pot of tea*
ETA: fine. i admit it. i'm still procrastinating. i blame the leaving las vegas soundtrack for this one, though:
the first time you see him, his eyes are blurred from the flight and the champagne.
you touch, and white heat springs from the pads of his fingers and pools deep in your stomach.
you taste, while his kisses coat your mouth with the bourbon you're not yet old enough to be drinking.
you smell as the sweat drips from him, slick and sweet, while his fingers twist through the pillow and your hair.
you hear him, and you wonder how you lived this long without hearing your name uttered low with need.
the first time is not the last.
right. back to the art and architecture thesaurus, then.
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sheesh. i should really read my friends' entries in the right order. :D
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ah, order is overrated (says the future librarian. hee!)