June 4th, 2005

me: ooh!

Old Town Pasadena at night.

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The flesh is on the prowl tonight. An ocean of it, acres of it, aching for the touch of its own kind, flaunting its ample charms. Muscles flicker, glimmering in the streetlights, immediate and sensual, smelling of soap and oils. I can almost taste the salt, but none of it is for me.