Monday, May 10, 2010

just a jot

...and the Prince embraced me backstage with blue and white-striped sweat pants and a vest that glittered against the wooden castle set. It was then I looked over my shoulder at the tourist-filled elevator and bowed my head humbly. Simultaneously his charming fingers grazed my knuckles ever so slightly. They were warm with passionate encore sweat. I wanted to feel that forever.

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