The desert and the ocean are realms of desolation on the surface. The desert is a place of bones, where the innards are turned out, to desiccate into dust. The ocean is a place of skin, rich outer membranes hiding thick juicy insides, laden with the soup of being. Inside out and outside in. These are worlds of things that implode or explode, and the only catalyst that determines the direction of eco-movement is the balance of water. Both worlds are deceptive, dangerous. Both, seething with hidden life. The only veil that stands between perception of what is underneath the desolate surface is your courage. Dare to breach the surface and sink.
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.. You won't age? I promise you this - your hands will go shiny and transparent and at the slightest bruise they'll bleed..
age hands skin
I love her bare legs from a distance. When she's standing by a pool. When she's facing the water, thinking. Her legs are white as watermelon rind, veined blue from cold. There's that 'H' shape behind her knees. The H trembles softly with the swimming-water cold.
beauty skin
Creativity and ideas fired between every synapse underneath my skin and I felt radiant from the inside out.
creativity ideas skin
You skin is so soft. Smells likeShe had to tilt him to get this other arm free and hated knowing how badly she was hurting him as she did so. Sheer, unadulterated fear?
fear smell skin
I want your hand without the skin. Bone to bone without the molds. Mouth to mouth, without the porn.
life passion lovers love-story hands lover skin
If everybody spent enough time worrying about their own goddamn selves, no one would have to worry about anyone else.
self ayn-rand skin noremorse
[ ] manic sex isn't really intercourse. It's dicourse, just another way to ease the insatiable need for contact and communication. In place of words, I simply spoke with my skin.
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Something stirred beneath my skin, some being inside I'd only suspected existed, demon or angel, I couldn't say.
angel skin demon
The city was dark except for the building lights that seemed to appear like sores - like bandaids had been ripped off to expose the city's skin.
city dark lights skin
.. And all we knew about her that we didn't know the night before was that she had eyes like pansies and skin like the moon.
moon eyes skin
Her skin is pale as watermelon sucked free of its juices.
color skin
Standing there, that day, I felt like Sally was being torn from my skin and there was no way I could ever fly free, without her right beside me.
free skin
Sometimes I wanted to peel away all of my skin and find a different me underneath.
real skin
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