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    The horse pranced,the wind softly danced.And ruffled its soft mane.The sunlight smiled,and the horse felt the same. What a lovely day for prancing.Hooves tapping and dancing.In the soft,gentle wind. A horse as ordinary as can be.Riding on its back across a...

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    Ripe & Uncloaked

    I gave you the keythe pages warm from touch,creased where I lingered too long.I told you where my nakedness waits,where I loosen,silk by silk,until there is only skinremembering it was madeto be felt.No longer a wallflower,I step into the...

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    Feral

    I don’t soften when it’s you.I go feral. The sheets disappearthe moment I feel you near.Only heat remains,thick, animal, undeniable. My body leans forwardbefore permission,before thought survives. Your touch finds me.Something ancient wakes.No patience,no civility,only wantcracking open my chest. I close my eyes...

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    • Thank you, Gus. I’m glad this one met you like that. And your hunger for the next makes me smile. 🙂

    • This is exact, in that it leads the reader with a daring promise of heat, without scorching their eyes and ears with blatant words. It’s like lingerie verses naked; Make them yearn first, build the hunger.
      You accomplished that well.

  • Poolrooms

    It was a place I saw countless moons ago.Everything was tiled.And after the dream,I woke up tired. It had pools oh so deep.And I saw the place,dreaming in my sleep.It just looked so familiar. And so,I did research.This place divine wasn't...

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    sulk

    in tempo with my sadness I keenholding close to my feelings unless they slip freeinto the void where I am left with nothingsolace need, just to feelwithin me I am greymy emotions laced with the agony of forgetfulnessI'm losing...

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    • The sense of outside, of otherness in this so so palpable. It definitely reminds me of moments when I felt on the outside looking in. I remember days when it was YOU who stopped by to reconnect me to the world. You expressed it so perfectly, Brenda 🧡

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