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Plight

Having recognized a purpose also comes with a plight. You end up living in the fight. I'm exhausted, I'm tired. I feel it in my bones. I'm always in the...

Those Smoky Eyes

Her eyes were dark and smoky. His eyes were dazed and glazed. His senses dulled. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt something real, not fabricated...

Red Rhythm

keep the red coming until the last d                          ...

Headscapes

There’s people outside, the thrashing and bustling kind. Nowadays they...

Second-Hand Sky

For once I was a first impression, To catch a lady’s eye. Though now I...

unerotic erotica

when a cotton white shirt sits down when it’s new, but about 23 wears...

The Side Unseen

There was a girl who used to look in the mirror and tell herself one...

A Safe Sex Sonnet

In bed, one will ask “Are you ready?” ‘Ready’ has little to do with...

Trail

Trail your fingertips over my skin. Make me arch with shivers. Lick a...