Gloomy, raining, with a hint
Of winter, a hint of spring,
There should be flowers
Blooming, humidity breathed in.
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When did love convert to selfishness? Why are you the subject of their objectification, constantly unclothed by ever starving animalistic urges, the prisoner of madmen? The cowards are blind to Truth’s light. 258 more words
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Ain't no rest for the wicked - Philip Wardlow
Jeans pulled down to her ankles…
Thighs slightly parted
She thinks of him in the
wee hours of the night
as she touches lightly between… 138 more words
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I’ve barely left my sleep but the warmth of your breathing arouses me.
Your hands moving downward my waist.
Behind me, you move closer.
I’m still dreaming. 92 more words
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the salt of your skin
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