Ma Cherie, It has been far too long since my pale, cold hands have traced the outline of your beautiful post-labs. I can still recall the sudden jolt in my nether regions when I wrote your grade (always spectacular) on the top right corner, right next to your name. Lauren. Oh Lauren. You are Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing five foot-two in one sock. Laurrr in slacks. You are Laurita at school. You are Londres on the dotted line. But in my arms you are always Lauren. Light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. La...ur...en. Yours Forever, Casey
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Date: 2007-10-08 10:47 pm (UTC)It has been far too long since my pale, cold hands have traced the outline of your beautiful post-labs. I can still recall the sudden jolt in my nether regions when I wrote your grade (always spectacular) on the top right corner, right next to your name. Lauren. Oh Lauren. You are Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing five foot-two in one sock. Laurrr in slacks. You are Laurita at school. You are Londres on the dotted line. But in my arms you are always Lauren. Light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. La...ur...en.
Yours Forever,
Casey