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My love is not extraordinary.
It won’t move mountains,
span the lonely depths of oceans,
or endure lifetimes in the barren arctic tundra.
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It's been a (long) while sing I've written anything, and years since I've written a song, but this just kind of came out...it's unedited...I don't kno..
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A person could choke on the
Existential bullshit
That spills from your mouth
And eyes, and hands, and a*s.
I’m not interested
in those ..
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It's a prose poem. I think. I'm not sure.
My first piece of 'erotica' although I don't know that I would really call it that....
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Hold me tightly.
Seal me into you,
into the palm of your hand.
So firm, even when my body
is aching and yearning to
wrap myself around
mysel..
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Flash fiction piece. Really, I'm procrastinating my a*s off right now!
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I slip on seduction like red silk and lace.
Fiery against my sun soaked skin but cool
and soft to the touch.
It fits me so well, declaring my a..
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Syntax slips through heated synapses.
Words;
Fighting
Forming
Falling
behind my teeth-
on the tip of my tongue.
"shhhhhhhh,"
you ..
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A week ago, Shelly would have never been caught dead in a dress. Before the accident, she always said dresses were for sissies and then promptly jum..
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Pop-pops never die
They live in sweet cigar smoke
And blue-grass music
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