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Time and attentionshe seeks to reada lifetime of our favorite books. The stories she likesare the rough gentle typeswhere a strong hand grabs and takes control,but only while in bed. She swears she’s never swornnever before had she truly feltuntil a late night evening storm. The joy of lustthat wanting needhappiest while in suspenseaching for…

The hold I seeall curled upthe nighttime sky is bitingwho would have ever guessedshe was fully undressed underneath a luxurious throw. A real fur blankethands are free to explorewith permission first strong heavy hands palmin the most deliberate of ways. Who would have ever believedshe was fully dressedusing a fur throwto warm her bones. She…

If I were the oneto tell only youI might be going mad,would youstill be here. Most times, I feel like,a flower growing right therein the crack of downtown sidewalk. I’ll sit right downand wait until, you’re not so busy andI’ll keep missing you. I’m afraid, I won’t find you,or my way back. I could quite…

All out of focus,eyes lost all critical detailhaving spent hoursmemorizing every inchthese are first timesthis drugged out addictionI can feel her swimming in my veins. My skin crawls because of her. The perfect hold over meit’s hard to look away,everyone turns,staring at her skin-deep beauty. Beautiful you. The dark and pretty curves,all hidden away,learning how…

Keeping or being kepttender are the generous giftsthere are ways to manage all this. Me and My silver offeringsa damaged way to lovewith time comesgiving away more of Myself. Trust that attention is alive in both of us,from that backward glanceeyes were in search ofa different kind of companion. Here we are,standing just at the…