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She’s gone. For every mistake, each lash of reflected disdain’s whip and tear shed at silent admonishment for all of it, there was now a shard. The biggest pieces of herself still shown back: the need for his grip on her hips, the yearning for importance in all of their lives, the desire to walk […]

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Smooth and rounded, as if gel molded into kind forms hugging small heat and light, they rest among motes of dust as confused days spin around them. Slid into line, they await invitation to welcome with glimmering dim, warmth spreading in a flicker of slipping air swirled about hurried business. Daylight’s kiss flirts for attention, […]

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Well don’t they dip and dive, these benevolent souls craving rich desire? Sinking, undulating, blending sex and soul as if smoke in airless rooms, tendrils of need wrapping into each other as ribbons on gorgeous gifts. They thrust and kiss, succumbing and urging, each an overlapping double exposure on a single canvas, flooding channels with […]

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I want to see your words, not hear them as they fall from fast lips and quick tongue, but watch the soft waves of them as they travel through air, rippling across time, ricocheting off walls and misgivings. Solid words, splashing into oceans as if concrete blankets, fiercely protective, gentle, yet diving with unstoppable force […]

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Sweat

Crystalline precious drips from a chalice of cold honor, a bounty for the thirsty, the gift for greedy eyes drunk with visions of perfect satisfaction. Lips brush cool delicacy and draw forth the heat of passion, an awakening of liquid limbs made stiff with ardor. Drink from this. Wet lips and smile, undone. Wrap arms […]

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