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I have to turn away as the juice trickles down your wrist and into your sleeve your fingers pink and sticky unable to watch your devious tongu..

I found you in the orchard picking oranges with your soft small hands the perfumed air made my head spin orange blossom and your skin your che..

the moon was heavy its crescent brushing the horizon as we walked together down the deserted street the stars with their bright fingers clingin..

in the dream your eyes were wider than usual as I leant in to kiss you my first move of intimacy your body tensing in delicious surprise but i..

I was surprised at the smoothness of your cheeks when I kissed them and so I imagined what it would feel like to kiss your neck and the small of..

the city rose up to meet me from the dry desert heat like a long lost cousin at first squalid tenements giving way to organised roads while child..

I run my fingernail up the inside of your thigh stopping dangerously close to your sweet spot as you hold your breath yet I pay no heed to you..

I walked, hands outstretched through a chasm so tall and vast so full of life that even the rocks whispered their secret messages to each other a..

I let my voice float across the room to where you are sitting pensively it shakes with vibrato and nerves climbing the semi-tones smoothly one han..

if I don’t come back again leaving just a ghost whisper behind in scent and in echo around our house, open my bedroom window and throw your..