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Genderqueer Butch
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They, them, theirs
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Owned by a few cats, Loved by one woman, and Looked up to by one child.
Join Date: Sep 2013
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11/03/2005
As the steam and heat of the night’s passions fade on the cool morning air
And the morning calls an end to the darkness of want,
of need,
of desire
I jump at the chance to touch you,
caress you,
feel you
As you lie static, and wrapped in the safe, comforting embrace of slumber
Gently I search for any sign of your fall from heaven
A divine illuminance radiating from your angelic face,
Anything that would release the mystery behind that dangerous glint in your eyes.
My hands traverse up your back,
sliding over the ink markings on your skin,
the various branding marks,
and the places left tender from all those who have hurt you before.
Each one of these a testament of the pain life has forced you to endure.
I see now, that here lies the proof of your astral birth, my fallen angel..
A feather,
inked flat
against the canvas of your skin
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Know that The Universe made you in perfection.
And know that there are people out there who recognize this.
-Me
"Without passion man is a mere latent force and possibility, like the flint which awaits the shock of the iron before it can give forth its spark." ~ Henri Frederic Amiel
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