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Cette petite mort

His fingers

caressing

stroking

skin like silk.

His lips

placing a kiss

here

there

and everywhere.

His breath

upon her

causing her to shudder

as she arches toward his touch. 89 more words

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Dusk

Dusk

in all its dark hued glory.

The violet hour

when silence speaks to my soul.

I can breathe in the night flowers

absorb the stillness… 18 more words

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All of those things

It is all of those things

unsaid

that whisper in our ears

softly

but felt as though shouted.

It is all of those things… 50 more words

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Corset

Feminine to the core

she bears her sensuality

quietly

but passionately.

Her pale skin

striking against the jewelled color

of her bondage.

Emerald in tapestry. 55 more words

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Getting dirty.

I’ve accepted that the earth is my mother.

She is the ground of my being.

Of all human beings.

I’ve remembered what was taught me by others, 348 more words

Beacon

He was a beacon

of what she was not sure

but his light drew her in

an inexplicable pull upon her soul

every day stronger than the last… 44 more words

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