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Fevered Touch
Our coveted pretty place adorned heavily in heavenly icons. Close to our bed love rosaries hang close at hand just in case we need to pray for our burdened sins. Sins that aren’t so easily made up I’m constantly in prayer asking for the return of your attention there is something that makes up the…
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The Mirrors
With the choice of a thousand mirrors it was almost impossible for her to choose just one. Some were filled with jealous glances always trying to compete. For centuries now her little kingdom was strewn with broken mirrored glass. There wasn’t a safe corner she knew it was her own fault always trying to tiptoe…
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Wanted Things
With a thousand year old stare I assume I am just like you, we notice the tiniest of changes. Someone around me once handed me my first novel and read it like I was pushing my first addiction. My reading voice was too new to recognize why you had me reading the Claiming of Sleeping…
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Indie Sun
The very nature of this the pretty girl, has been locked set up and carved in stone step by step for centuries now. Nothing needs to be held out, playing the sensitive part of being all wrapped up in the warm Indie sunshine making love. She’s a natural ever lasting cause for feverish skin. Underneath…
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Love Always
From the spoils of simply knowing, love always, conquers and rules the day. Soon, I’ll have her near my sensitive side. Curled and cupped up close against each and every day. These are the stars or lofty dreams that I’ve talked about. Such desires must live alongside her eyes too. And for the first real time…
