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Trail

Trail your fingertips over my skin. Make me arch with shivers. Lick a pathway from my navel to my breasts, hear me moan in pleasure. Kiss me everywhere and...

You May

I will never let you keep the accent lamp in the kitchen. There's pans, and pots, and spoons, and knives. Cutting boards are littered with chives. The wine we...

The Secret Garden

His sins do you confess them? No I keep them. To some a peculiar...

Pawn

Pawn Manipulated. Easily captured. Often deemed the weakest....

Echos of Jazz

He was a Jazz player at a glance A family man in context He was cool, not...

A Thunderstorm

i wish i were more things that a person could love, but my skin is raw and...

Sun–buzz–rise

As he stared into her eyes, the silence seemed to creep up onto them. It hung...

Irreconcilable Circumstance

Out of focus save for a lock of chestnut hair, my father wholly in...

How Can I Know What Love Is

Love is one of the earliest concepts I remember being introduced to. It was the...

Cosmopolitan Love

My darling, with her clothes littered on a floor painted orange. The windows...