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Glass It's glass at the bottom of the lake. You co..

Papers clipped together in some pattern white. Spilt coffee, or maybe tea. Leaving dark circles on the pages. Dark circles like the ones ben..

Turn the beat around. Chapped lipstaste my fingertips. It's cold and you're wearing my favorite sweater. The one I wish you'd wear every d..

I've never felt a passion such as this. constant force gripping the corners of my lips, pinningasmirk to my face an overwhelmingurge to touch, k..

Once A flower bloomed Dazzling with it's potential to be beautiful It could have been a bud on a cherry tree to soon bare fruit if it were late Jul..

Hot Heat Under the sheets feverish flavor offilth burning holes in all the right places Sweat dripping, cooling the burn not coming but I'm ..

Warm in the winter with this flesh and fat and fur radiating Almost too hot within this cave built for one There's no resolution until the snow mel..

Disposible, until the sun goes down. Concrete smacks the soles of your shoes as youstroll steadilyalong the sidewalk. you can seeher watching throu..

"Oh, Forgive me for intruding. I didn’t know anyone was in here, you see the lights were off and it felt cold as I entered so I decided..

Warrior Swollen, like the belly of a beast, hungry and wanting. Friction sending chills through the tips of his toes as he grinds hard against the ..