who knew that after 8 years of keeping a tiny print of gustav klimt´s "the kiss" i´d see the real thing.
Thursday, July 27, 2006
the real thing
he was kneeling when he kissed her. her face a picture of calm and peace, belying the surge of emotions that consumed her being. her toes were curled, shivers down her spine. her hands clasped to his, that which held her face gently. urgently. as he kissed her skin.
who knew that after 8 years of keeping a tiny print of gustav klimt´s "the kiss" i´d see the real thing.
who knew that after 8 years of keeping a tiny print of gustav klimt´s "the kiss" i´d see the real thing.
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