birth space.

some moments were quiet and intimate, and all that calmed me was listening to his whispers and holding onto his hands.

some moments were quiet and intimate, and all that calmed me was listening to his whispers and holding onto his hands.
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You look exactly like you did in my vision.
Comment by Doulala — February 17, 2008 @ 11:29 pm
Gorgeous.
and oh how this took me bath, the tub my sweet savior, my mans hands the feeling of ground.
Comment by bella — February 19, 2008 @ 5:33 am
you can almost see his whisper in the blur of the moment. beauty speaks.
Comment by jessamyn — February 22, 2008 @ 10:06 pm