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So Cute!

Kitty!

From e_apraksina, a picture journal. (WARNING: tends to be not safe for work)

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aeduna
Sep. 6th, 2009 11:48 pm (UTC)
From [info]e_apraksina, a picture journal.

argh, which is not work safe on the first image :)
halloranelder
Sep. 7th, 2009 12:22 am (UTC)
Sorry, I had forgotten about that.

Warning added.
aeduna
Sep. 7th, 2009 12:22 am (UTC)
:) np, just was a bit "*glance* - oops, close" :)
halloranelder
Sep. 7th, 2009 12:24 am (UTC)
I tend to forget a lot of those pictures are NSFW, because I focus on different things. My first thought for that top picture was "nice socks". :)
aeduna
Sep. 7th, 2009 12:26 am (UTC)
*lots of giggling* whereas i had thing leap out. Ok, two things.
verdigriis
Sep. 7th, 2009 08:19 am (UTC)
Those are definitely some cool socks. I noticed them first too... and I am prone to appreciating the other...points of interest...

Also, nifty pictures!
razorgirl_au
Sep. 7th, 2009 11:52 pm (UTC)
There were socks?...

; D
verdigriis
Sep. 7th, 2009 08:15 am (UTC)
Puddy Cat!

Very cute. Gotta love the dinner plate paws. :-)
towkarn
Sep. 7th, 2009 02:35 pm (UTC)
OMG, I WANT THAT KITTY!
razorgirl_au
Sep. 7th, 2009 11:47 pm (UTC)
Very, VERY cute!

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Desert Rose

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of fire
Those dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire
And in the flames
Her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire

This desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

And as she turns
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realize that nothing's as it seems

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of rain
I lift my gaze to empty skies above
I close my eyes
This rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of her love

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

Sweet desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

Sweet desert rose
This memory of Eden haunts us all
This desert flower
This rare perfume, is the sweet intoxication of the fall

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