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Amanda Bell
The clutching temptationsoftly playsand from way over hereI can clearly feelmy mouth super closestill whisperinga lover’s tale. Late night,the music struggledto cover the roomwords are barely spoken the ancient contracthas been signedand agreed uponcenturies ago. My eyes,they refuse to let gostruggling to keep you dressedminutes dissolvein a precious liquidthe pretty hourswork against my memory. It’s…
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Love is in The Title
Have I mentioned,or have I forgottenthe way in whichyou get meto whisper your name. Forever,is in our titlethat blessed storywhere I am torndrawn on your special papernot likethe time you posednude for classroom of strangers. It goes to showthat sharingis sacredI guessor supposethat’s howour storywill go.
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Beautiful You
There arebut a fewas stunningly beautiful,as you.
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Words
Forbidden or Otherwiseyour words have thiseffect that affects life—tight and athletic,she grindsin her roomfilled with secrets. I can’t help but stare.Mirror now:fuck,two fingers movein tiny circles,eyes locked into eyes.“Please.”The image-partyslow-motion means the world to Me.Music starts—bass rhythm, lip-syncing,fuck, baby.Up and from behind,forbidden wordsflow from the top.Go slow.Please.Your words come in waves,slow at first—of course—I can’t…
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Inside My Head
I may never knowjust exactly how you made your wayinside my head, but here you area forever part of me now. You’re twice as strongfrom the last timeI saw you hereby my sidemaking love to mewith just your eyes. I honestlycan’t believeI’ve got all of youjust for mewhen everything is exactly howit was meant to…
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