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Read MoreAugust 9, 1788 Mon Cher D. I told you how much I love honey. Watching it drip from my spoon, into my tea. Its slow sensuality, doucement. Thick as a man's pleasure, clinging... until the last moment. I lose myself in...
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The suspense here was built perfectly for that cathartic ending. This series shines with your gift.
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Read MoreI love to simply spend my timein search of ripples caught in rhyme,to feel the weight of every wordbefore its breath is fully heard.When once again I dip my penand dare to start the flow again,I let my feelings...
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Tender and soft. Like moonlight upon skin.
John
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Delicate and exquisite as calligraphy inked on skin. You write this so well, my friend.
John
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Read MoreI love to live on the very brinkpen my life in a darkened inklet these words truly then liewith every excuse and alibiBathe in sweet, sticky sinnever afraid to again beginto let myself now spillin a dark diabolical thrillDocumenting...
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Did I ever mention not a fan of Honey until this piece right here. Very nice