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    Edge of Me

    (a submissive’s soliloquy) I am beauty in silver silence—metal bites my wrists and ankles,each click a reminderthat I long for. Gagged,not to silence me—but to reinforcethat begging is not my right.Only moans,muffled and soaked,can pass through this leather bloom. He watches—patient as...

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    Tell it slant

    Tell all the truth but tell it slant — Dickinson     You must tell Verity but slant itIt dazzles if too boldMakes it far too sharp to graspEven when it's retold A flash direct blinds simple SoulsAs Mysteries revealMore depth than Spotlights...

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    Rough, Raw, Righteous

    Rough, Raw, Righteous Tongue presses deep—not a kiss, but conquest,a moan muffled in the mouth,a gasp stolen before it can rise. Fingers probe my moistness—not gentle, but knowing,with relentless intent,mapping every slick secret. My wrists pinned overhead—you are gravity,I am undone.Each breath...

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    • Sex should never be about love…..ask any other living creature.

      Great work again🙏

    • “Hips that open like scripture”
      great simile!

    • My friend this is an erotic powerhouse written as only you can. Truly a masterwork of sensual composition. You take the sexual encounter to the level of pure instinctual joy. Love what you wrote here.

      John

    • Beautifully penned, LDF. A very hot write indeed my friend. Appreciate you.

      Damian

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    Pure Distillation

    I love living a life in this inkpenning my words up to the brinkthe very edge of every pagecrafting poems salient and sage Burn my candle down to its wickwhile I pen within inks ever thickall across these thinnest of...

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    With Cupped Hands

    —A Griot’s Song for Gambia— I sing of this land where rivers speak—while The Gambia flows in her verse,as narrow as a whisper,yet wider than a mother’s hug. For its waters are never silent—humming with shouts of traders,drummers, poets, and dreamers,naming...

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