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    Erotic Fingers

    💋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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    • This is great erotica.

    • Very well written and a little arousing.
      🫦

    • I loved the her/him perspective.
      Erotic FINGERS touch. Erotic TOES curl. “)

    • Thank you 😊 I do try to do both perspectives and maybe a Duet given it turns out good

    • Passionately penned, Lizz. Amazing erotica this is a very steamy write my friend. Nicely done per usual. Appreciate you.

      Damian

    • 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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    Ashes To Ashes

    The 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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