| Subject: •†•†•†•::::::. Suvena Sun .::::::•†•†•†• |
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Date Posted: 19:18:57 04/14/01 Sat
Author Host/IP: px3nr.wp.shawcable.net/24.66.94.142
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Suvena Sun
's message, "{!}{!}{!}INFRA RED{!}{!}{!}" on 15:41:01 04/14/01 Sat
*His transparent
muzzle creeps almost greedily, yet so gently upon the
apparent rise of her croup, his lips grasping,
clutching the strands of white which fell into the
path of his lips, the grasping hensiles which held the
locks firmly, rolling them in tenderness against his
tongue, only to drop their existence once more, the
threads spatting lifelessly against her hock once
more, until at long last a gust of tangy, savory wind
licks her figure, tossing into lifefullness the ardent
strands once more........ His lips press hard, cold
against her flank, sharp, shocking, yet devious, the
meet of the opposite thins of flesh grasping between
them the protrudant tufts of fur which meet them,
teasing, playing, grasping each as a child would a
toy, tossing it gently in his mouth, and dropping the
clutch as another oppertunity would arise..... His
trail marked in obvious path, the neatly-layn road of
tears, condensed deeply beneath the sleek coat which
he lips, their presence marked by a darkened patch,
dulled to grey, upon the ivory pelt, their mark,
though, hardly felt, their gracefull sillhouettes
striking with the weight of no more than a feather,
their path post by the slither of their bodies down
the protrudant jutt of his cheek, the tiny emotions,
with so little importance, were yet the only things
that gave way of his reality, the drops as rain from a
cloud, filtering through the cracks in an old roof,
but these, from nowhere at all, simply descending,
materialized within the thin, revealing cloak of air,
then falling, falling to mottle the ivory
beauty.........* Sun... *His breathless speech drawls,
slurred with the gentle rise of a smile, a smile which
creeps upward along the rise, the contour of his lip,
forcing the corners upward to grasp at the flat of his
cheeks..........* I love you, m'love... I cannot tell
you how thankful I am of your returning....... *His
voice drains into a tinged whisper, fading away from
the neutralized huff that it once was, falling into
the taunting vacinity, rolling off his tongue with a
breathless thrust that he prays would reach the cupped
lobe of her delicate auricles which he knew so
well................* I love you....
((I'll be on tonight.... maybe.. We'll see....... If I'm not on, I'm not coming on. Heheh.. I'll try my best))
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