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Read More💋HERS💋 His fingers don’t just touch— They decide. They map me like they already know where I soften, where I shiver, where my breath betrays me before my mouth ever will. I feel them before they arrive— that pause, that hovering heat, that delicious cruelty of waiting while my body...
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Thanks I’m slowly getting better at it
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Very well written and a little arousing.
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Thanks and good to hear 😘
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I loved the her/him perspective.
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Thank you 😊 I do try to do both perspectives and maybe a Duet given it turns out good
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Passionately penned, Lizz. Amazing erotica this is a very steamy write my friend. Nicely done per usual. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Chère L.,
The way I read it, is that the erotic part is unmistakably there. And it is wonderful.But the deeply felt/feld part that is human, is up front.
This is love more than anything else.
What a write!
Truly love it to bits!Please, keep those poems coming.
Warm regards, Gus
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Read MoreThe myriad of pages burning contain my written sorrows and scribed pain, they leave nothing in their dark wake but bitter betrayal and lingering shame. Memories torment me time and again tears that fall without pause or refrain, leaving their...
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Powerfully penned, Lizz. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Thank you 😊
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Harriet-Jacqui xx posted in the group National Poetry Month
You Have Roughly…
‘We do not see things as they are, we see things as we are’ – Men
Ohm! Ohm! Ohm! Ohm!
You have roughly…
Who’s that girl? Her name’s Furl,
Ohm! Ohm! Ohm! Ohm!
You have roughly five…
Why the mask? Man, don’t ask!
Ohm! Ohm! Ohm! Ohm!
You have roughly five minutes…
What, she, say? Man, no way!
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Read Moresleep... we parted company...for the most part a while ago snatches of nap here and there but a full night's sleep? ...very rare disrupted by dreams and thoughts as I stare at the ceiling and toss maybe it's only my imagination (but I somehow doubt it) the world feels... heavier? more dense? and...
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Not just you. I am laying here reading this at 4 in the morning. Maybe that’s why I love this write. Well done.
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Willow posted in the group National Poetry Month
Atmospheric Compression
sleep…
we parted company…for the most part
a while ago
snatches of nap here and there
but a full night’s sleep?
…very rare
disrupted by dreams and thoughts
as I stare at the ceiling
and tossmaybe it’s only my imagination
(but I somehow doubt it)
the world feels…
heavier?
more dense?
and…Read More2 Comments-
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I think your poem speaks to something very true Willow. There is a definite compression in the air in these times (and for many for a very long time before this). But especially today, there is the feel of the walls pressing in, everything is hunkering down trying to find a safe place to live in. This is no way for human beings to live. -Curt
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No way at all for us to live. Thank you, Curt
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This is great erotica.