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    Tequilla Shot

    As the bar became more crowded the last shot was waiting with the story to be told. “Well come on. Spill it. She looks hungry and you are the meal.” “You need to stop reading those books Emily.” “I need action. I...

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    • The action here was told with strikingly fantastic narrative. And the senuality beteween the women was hot as a coal flaming in a hearth my friend and told with just the right imagery. Truly this was a page turner. I was riveted on the story from beginning to end. Truly great tale as potent as a shot of tequila.

      John

    • Passionately penned, Fia. I was wondering when you were going to write another chapter to the series. Excellent storytelling and great dialogue as always my friend. A nice read that was Chef’s kiss in my opinion. Appreciate you cuz.

      Damian

    • I enjoyed this. My favorite line came early, “I thrive on the smut.” That was great.
      Regards
      James

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  • I will not make promises
    For you that I can’t keep
    I will not be jealous of you
    Because you have more than me
    I don’t need the things you have
    You worked hard to get
    The things you have
    Also you collect some
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    I know that you are a sea lover
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    in a moment~death can wait

    anxiety in a smile that liesit is nervous and tightthere is no room for a gigglea snicker escapes its prisonsarcastic to the bonebrittle by light of dayexhausted by noonseverity in the clockmocking me with its ability to stoptrapping me...

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    Haunting mingon

    A haunting mignon. My sweet Musette,of darkness. A pale silhouette weepingon cold stones, in heaven’s crypt. Cracked by the frost of blind angels,carved from bones, bleeding in the rainWith haloes. Trapped in a holy tombof profane. My eternal call. Half dead,...

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