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You tumble down our dusty path and at the gate
you turn and remind me of our first parting.
Years ago, when the smart of it was
as nippy as this one.
‘The corner shop is still there', you say.
Your heart dusty with lust. Content to
leave this time knowing your safe harbour
well enough to go with out a map.
The memory of my hair and cunt enough
to lead you home.
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Author's Note
This happened the other day. And reminded me so much of the lustful days in the beginning of our relationship, drinking wine from the bottle and exploring everything to do with each other's skin.
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Memories are made of this... *
Earthy.*
"Nippy" and "dusty" work so well in this piece.
Like the sound of "dusty with lust"
I like the sounds in this -- dusty path and dusty lust. Glad Matt Potter led me here this week...
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the cunt seals the deal! See what else I wrote about this piece for Editor's Eye here:http://www.fictionaut.com/wordpress/2014/07/31/editors-eye-matt-potter/
Thank you so much for the comments. I'm currently at the end of a mammoth roadtrip across Europe and internet connection is patchy. Tabby x