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icarusOkay, why is it these days that I post when I'm tired and feeling down?
*rereads*
Man.
Last night![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
wildernessguru fell asleep with the lights on, enshrined in a sea of outdoor catalogues and military books. A white t-shirt riding up with tattered bluejean-blue silk underwear; asleep curled on his side like a teenage boy. His hair was still pulled back in a loose ponytail, and the soft light made a sheen across his skin, blankets just barely covering long legs.
He was so warm, sleeps so quietly. He's not muscular, he has slim arms, and his skin is impossibly smooth and soft. There's something about him that says, "this is man is 15. He will always be 15. He has always been 15."
I didn't want to turn the lights off, because I just wanted to look at him a little longer.
*rereads*
Man.
Last night
wildernessguru fell asleep with the lights on, enshrined in a sea of outdoor catalogues and military books. A white t-shirt riding up with tattered bluejean-blue silk underwear; asleep curled on his side like a teenage boy. His hair was still pulled back in a loose ponytail, and the soft light made a sheen across his skin, blankets just barely covering long legs. He was so warm, sleeps so quietly. He's not muscular, he has slim arms, and his skin is impossibly smooth and soft. There's something about him that says, "this is man is 15. He will always be 15. He has always been 15."
I didn't want to turn the lights off, because I just wanted to look at him a little longer.
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Date: 2004-10-20 11:12 am (UTC)He's lovely. Just absolutely lovely, and sweet.
Icarus