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I craved you in thewitching hoursmy incubusI could not want for you in the light of dayyou did not live thereyou were meant for secrets and I had finally found a way to keep them the blood& the bones
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• my body has become joint propertyand often more his than minea simple thought of himand I am there againfully immersedin the first timehe showed mehow pain can be pleasureand pleasure can be painbending me forwardfirm handsclaiming every bit of my exposuresinking into the exquisite memorythe thought of him so commandingas if he is right…
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When is the time that love arrives and makes the house within my heart a resting place, a home? When will it sit with me for more than just a night or however long it takes to lose it’s comfort? knowing life is not always comfortable but love must become the rock that we build…
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• On a late afternoon, middle of June… The sun had browned my pale skin bare in more places than usual in this dress of white cotton that catches an ocean breeze pushing down these unfamiliar streets.. Your hand high on my naked thigh or placed protectively on the small of my back. Always somewhere…
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• siren song • I broke my own rules for youcoming up above the waterto seek out the lightand you were theresearchinglost or so I thoughtI swam in our sea of sin and wanted it to mean somethingunintentionally coming undoneexposed one buttonone seamone thread at a timeunveiled and laid out bare so you could lose…
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• there is a soft melody in the airas dusk gently wakes the worldoutside the bedside windowI am aroused from sleep by his voicecalling to say good morninghe says that I must touch for him nowto make him throb all dayknowing I cannot tell him noadoring how intensely he craves meletting my hands go to…
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I’m not the type of girl that could ever be a groupie. There’s nothing in me that will ever be put out to attract a man’s attention unless he is my own and then if I have to work that hard for it more than once I likely will no longer desire it. But if…
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• There are parts of that day and I remember so vividly. The sound of the gravel road beneath our feet. The way it crunched in response to our steps was almost soothing.. inviting. Saying yes, come deeper into these woods, please. And how I was quite happy to be out in the country as…
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• If nothing else in this life I will always find the poetry in things.. I will find it in the rare quiet too early morning and the pattern of the wooden table where I sit and have my coffee. In my little boy still sleeping, his golden hair laid across the pillow like a…
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• it always hurtstodayand yesterdayall the days in this hazeand especially when they sayI must rememberas if I needed a reminder but if I’m telling the truththe red and the white and the blueI am ashamed to saysometimes it just looks like bloodstainsthe kind you can’t wash outand on this day it is everywhereevery screenand…
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