Love Hate Tango with Depression
Depression, I cannot stop thinking about your seductive melancholy teasing. It’s been a while since I had you around me, on top of me and inside of me.
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Hell of Writing
My muse can be a cruel bitch. There are lots of stories and voices running through my head, wanting to break free and be written. I cannot stifle them. I try to fit them into one voice, one style… this cannot be done. Each story has a voice all its own. Tons of stories to be told – to be written – spewing forth from my mind with reckless abandon. Sometimes they come at me so fast that I cannot write or type fast enough – yet there are other…
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Sexual Soul Mates [poetry]
The memory of our sexual union is a constant temptation to me You’re ingrained in my body and soul We are forged from the loins of the gods Sexual soul mates I remembered you the first moment I felt your Strong hands upon my soft, pale naked skin I cannot forget your touch, it is etched in my memory Pure sensual and sexual perfection together as one This is the only way we can be together Consummating our lust and desire for each other For only a few stolen hours…
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