Lindsay Lukens
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Bare and, Finally, RegretfulA Poem by Lindsay LukensOne man made me long for children, which I am unable to concieve. This is the story of that first pang of desire... |
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At First He Pulled MeA Poem by Lindsay LukensThe end of one of my great loves. I find things change when the wisteria blooms... |
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As You SleepA Story by Lindsay LukensMore of a creative essay than a story. I'm a die-hard insomniac and my men always sleep hours before me. This is the story of one such night alone. |
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Taylor Atkins Plays BallA Poem by Lindsay LukensModifiied sylabic. I spent a weekend with my lover in the company of geniouses watching him compete, and win. |
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Hesitation in Traffic, ChurchA Poem by Lindsay LukensHave you ever been commited to someone, but love someone else? Maybe a little funny, more wistful than anything. |
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Am I?A Poem by Lindsay LukensExistential poem. One day, after class, I layed on the picnic table in the warmth of sping wondering, 'Perhaps there is nothing here at all...' |
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And All I Ever Dreampt of Came to MeA Poem by Lindsay LukensI wanted him for so long. He had wanted me. One night in January everything I dreampt of came to me... |
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An Epiphany After Two Weeks of SilenceA Poem by Lindsay LukensStanzas of haikus. My lover declines me for two weeks. After those fourteen days, he sees me again for the first time... |
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AmbitionA Story by Lindsay LukensFlash fiction. MILDLY erotic. A student falls for her young teach over the course of one school year. |
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All Those Times You Looked At Me Sideways and Smil..A Poem by Lindsay LukensSylabic stanza poem; romantic, somewhat sentimental |
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