![smell of lavender](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
i was asked to smell the lavenderin two double-scoop teaspoonsit was a whole level of gallbut i was ready to swallow the sweet mixit was a perfect lit..
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![Yearning strangers](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
It's funny howI look at you expectantlyWaiting, for you to make a move.Your eyes bespeak amusementSnake beads of the game curving voluptuousThis is a ..
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![The Kiss.](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/b341cc111d536dce0768feeef7bd92b3.jpg) |
This is a series of firsts.
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![Pleasure in Solitude.](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
My first attempt to write erotica! It was much harder than I thought!
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![Surrender.](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/f264f2ed74025c692994b9457f1b2778.jpg) |
My first ballad-ish poem! I'm very excited..
There are hints of subtle contemporary language, even if the main is old-ish English. Hope this combo wa..
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![Small.](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
My heart aches like a heavy pail of waterHumbled with burden, eyes ripped off any hopeDreams that coughed salt and pepperRan out of significance, and ..
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![Her Worries](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/14f5b8352511581e453667bb9496051c.jpg) |
With the gentle touch of age, she worried, day by day
The smudged wrinkles sharpened, her legs felt weak
Her graying hair piled in loops on her ..
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![Eroded](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/af7698d74b6e0cf6d6daa4625ae8cc20.jpg) |
The sky above them was clear, with hints of mistPassion, like fragrance, soaked the loversAs they drizzled through clouds like SpringMy mind was a dro..
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![Ashamed](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/a5cc4cd58484edbee554999369a8fe6c.jpg) |
I am ashamed and I am boldDays of lusciousness, with much to seeBut slowly, you began to unfoldAnd sadness will disperse meAs I seek comfort in your t..
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![For Good](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/29035709b410569e56049dc6b194f096.jpg) |
I hear the last strums of a worn out guitarSearching through remains of a time well livedThough regret proves relentless, we fear all the timeThe stor..
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