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| We join spokes together in a wheel,
but it is the center hole
that makes the wagon move.
We shape clay into a pot,
but it is the emptiness inside
that holds whatever we want.
We hammer wood for a house,
but it is the inner space
that makes it livable.
We work with substance,
but emptiness is what we use.
If you are empty and would like to be full -please contact me.
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Her hand slid farther down, and then she felt his index sliding along the ridged flesh inside her. She shuttered and tried to relax into the electric shock of it. The index finger turned upwards, and she felt the movement as if it was beckoning her. She heard his voice in his ear, "Come to me, Come to me." |
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The descent continued down to the freshly shaven, smooth skin below her abdomen. She paused there, ran her fingernails lightly there, and listened for his voice.
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Her fingers stopped at her belly. They spread apart and her ring finger slid into her navel. Once again, she heard his wondrous whisper, felt the rush of his breath as it penetrated her - "I am where your emptiness is." She tapped her ring finger and heard her wet emptiness. |
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She closed her eyes and opened her mouth slightly. She trailed her fingers along the hot damp skin of her breastbone. The curve downward at the dip towards her belly made her inhale. |
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She arched her back, lifted her knees and flattened the soles of her feet against the mattress. Moving her fingers to her neck, she started a soft slow descent. |
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He came to her unbidden on steamy summer nights when the air was like talc, and the trees begged for a breeze. She felt his lips brush her ear and her mind was filled by his whisper. "Find the folds..... find the folds - deep inside - where the emptiness lies ....." |
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| Age: 26 |
| Camarines sur,
Philippines |
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