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Read MoreHi. You’re already too close. They sold me with a smile and batteries included, told parents I was safe. Funny thing about safety—it breaks easily. Just like bones. Just like promises. I remember my first scream. Not theirs. Mine. Death taught me patience. Pain taught me humor. Every time...
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Thanks I love my horror
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Read MoreOh, how I crave for your long, hard shaft It's the only thing on my mind I want you to jerk it, play with it Stroke it hard and fast, just in time. I want to lick it up and down Suck on it...
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This was really steamy! The long build-up and then the action. Then inevitably surrendering yourself to him. Sexy!
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Thank you 😊 this was really fun writing.
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Very powerful and arousing.
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Thank you 😊 I wish he would but he doesn’t like to read unless he has to.
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Seductive and raw. Great details and hot as fuck! XXX
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Thank you 😊
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This beats poems about cats any day. 🙂 Very hot and steamy, Lizz.
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Lol thank you 😊
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Wow.. what a sensually explicative poem! Well done!!
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Thanks 😊
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redzone posted in the group National Poetry Month
Apache Moon
As I spread out my bedroll
atop the high mesa,
the aroma of pine and pinon
surround the air
and sear the rabbit
roasting over the open flame.As I settle into the bedroll,
and looking skyward, I
am greeted by the infinity
of glittering stars,
and the rising Apache Moon.As the legend goes,
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Fia Naturie posted in the group National Poetry Month
City Peace
The wind howls through my window
The fire truck siren blares down the street
The neighbor’s heated argument is in stereo sound
The dogs whine in a pitch that rivals nails on chalk boards
Yet I cannot sleep without the city’s peace.
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The country may have its crickets, its coyotes’ howl, but this cannot match the window rattling as the EL train passes by. It’s funny how night sounds become familiar so that you can sleep. It took me a few weeks o be able to get to sleep after I moved from NYC back to PA and a more rural setting. -Curt
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Curly Grace posted in the group National Poetry Month
Orbit of His Smile
It curves like a secret folding into itself,
quiet, knowing, a soft spark
that catches the edges of my chest
and pulls me closer.
A quick inhale
a flash of light between shadows
and I am lost again in the orbit of his smile.
Tides of unspoken things rise from calm’s ruins
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That was a 1st. It didn’t hold my formatting….
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Hello Lizz. This is some really good horror. Nicely executed.