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Fia Naturie wrote a new post
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Absolutely love the flow of this piece! It is reminiscent of the legends of old. Stellar write, my friend.
Clay
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Beautifully penned, Fia. Into the book it belongs! Incredible flow, it has a lyrical vibe. Excellent write, cuz. This is next level great. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Fia Naturie wrote a new post
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Brilliantly penned, Fia. Wonderful storytelling, it kinda reminds me of a sitcom my friend. Excellent write. Appreciate you.
Damian
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I enjoyed this. Comparing the kiss to drinking water is imaginative–I like it. I need to “see” the action in a story, and that was easy with this. Probably because I’m a very foolish (and hopeless) romantic, I feel bad when romance has to take a back seat to life goals. Maybe she’ll see him again?
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I just love how this unfolds. The character development of the Scottish man is truly outstanding. And your grasp of the Scottish lingo is truly amazing. I love how you made the Scottish words so clearly understandable yet authentic. And the story telling is fabulous.
John
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Fia Naturie wrote a new post
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this makes me think of metaphors for getting with someone romatically and going to the flea market and haggling for the write price haggling with a whore sorry Fia it’s the images your challenge brought 💕
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I cast desire upon the tide,
My fingers tremble for her weight
A secret urge I cannot hide,
My bait a promise, sweet as fate.She rises shimmering, bare and bold,
Her flanks and curve inflame the air
Enticing as forbidden gold,
She stirs my blood with fevered dare.She fights, resists, with sultry grace,
Her finish slick against my skin;
The pull, the yield, our swift embrace
She swallows lust, I drink her in.On shore, still dripping wet with lust,
Her form revealed, full-bodied, wild
We meet as lovers, freed and flushed
My catch, my craving, reconciled
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Benjamin Scraps wrote a new post
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I was raised around poetry books, and my dad liked to dabble in it late at night. My oldest sister too, had books around, and hers were more what developed my tastes. Like this write of yours. It reminds me of old Dylan. I don’t know why. yet that’s a good thing to key my old memories of reading his stuff.
You sir, are a poet. Not just a writer. an actual poet. And that is a very good thing.
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