Very good, Puppy; I won't say that little trick didn't play its part in thought.
('Trick' strikes me as an unequal term for what you do. What you have done— What you will, I hope, do again. It's ingenious. Transportive. A balm to aching skin.
Along with that tongue of yours, my waking thoughts were occupied by the image of you, sleep-tousled in a fall of sun. Light dancing golden on your arm, and your eyes - honeyed, slow and lovely - rising up from dreams to find my own.
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('Trick' strikes me as an unequal term for what you do. What you have done— What you will, I hope, do again. It's ingenious. Transportive. A balm to aching skin.
Oh yes, Jack, I'm decided: I'll require that unique ministration again.)
Along with that tongue of yours, my waking thoughts were occupied by the image of you, sleep-tousled in a fall of sun. Light dancing golden on your arm, and your eyes - honeyed, slow and lovely - rising up from dreams to find my own.