TAI JI even at morning tai ji she filled his absences, imagining - left hand behind his neck, right hand at his waist, turning him, then long vertical strokes, her shaking wrists bending where his fingers would rest, painting the strobe and shadow of his ribs, his chest, falling and rising within her curling arms, there with her, completing the circles, filling her empty embrace. - From Making Love With Scrabble Tiles by Joshua Ip
Posted on: Fri, 26 Dec 2014 10:38:10 +0000
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