Couldn't bear the thought that you might not see my post, so I put it here, so you're sure to see....
My Denny Fantasy
I could sit for hours, inches away... feeling your heat, hearing your heartbeat on the air... Reach out... never quite touching... run my hand millimeters from you hair and face, feeling the crackle of energy, feeling you leaning into my touch, raising your hand...
Our fingertips would never touch... not quite, ever...
I would close my eyes and imagine moving to you, finally touching you, having what is not allowed... when I open my eyes your own hold mine and I can't look away...
It would be both bliss and the most painful of tortures ever... a neverending dance of need...
I would spend an eternity feeling the space around you, imagining my touch finally sending a thrill down your spine, making you shiver... but never to be...
Once... maybe, but not any more...
I'm not allowed to love you... so I worship you in silence...
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Date: 2003-03-14 06:24 am (UTC)The poor creature! Somebody hug them, quick!
It's very funny but I do feel an overwhelming sense of sympathy...
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Date: 2003-03-14 06:43 am (UTC)Wow.
E.
x
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Date: 2003-03-14 09:10 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-03-14 09:42 am (UTC)(It's not real, apparently - it's a Comic Relief thing.)
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Date: 2003-03-14 09:44 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-03-14 04:22 pm (UTC)you are really quite sickeningly pretty
fear I am too tall for you though ;)
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Date: 2003-03-15 01:44 am (UTC)And thankyou :)
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Date: 2003-03-15 01:45 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-03-15 03:47 am (UTC)Scotty Lassie strikes again!
Fantasy Island Meme
Date: 2003-03-15 05:13 am (UTC)My Denny Fantasy
I could sit for hours, inches away... feeling your heat, hearing your heartbeat on the air...
Reach out... never quite touching... run my hand millimeters from you hair and face, feeling the crackle of energy, feeling you leaning into my touch, raising your hand...
Our fingertips would never touch... not quite, ever...
I would close my eyes and imagine moving to you, finally touching you, having what is not allowed... when I open my eyes your own hold mine and I can't look away...
It would be both bliss and the most painful of tortures ever... a neverending dance of need...
I would spend an eternity feeling the space around you, imagining my touch finally sending a thrill down your spine, making you shiver... but never to be...
Once... maybe, but not any more...
I'm not allowed to love you... so I worship you in silence...