They dream of men with gentle hands, eloquent with tenderness, fingers that brushed along a cheek, that outlined open lips in the lovers' braille. Hands that sculpted sweetness from sullen flesh, that traced breast and ignited hips, opening, kneading. Flesh becomes bread in the heat of those hands, braided and rising.

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Janet Fitch was a contemporary American novelist. Janet Fitch is an American author. She wrote the novel White Oleander, which became a film in 2002. Read more on Wikipedia →

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