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Panty Raid
I am looking for love inside my underpants that I do not wear.
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Tagged alone, boredom, deception, drawing board, haiku, laundry, love, panties, seduction, sultry
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Respite
She got home from work And took off her pants upstairs Ready for the night.
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Tagged alone, at home, haiku, long days, masturbation, naughty, relaxation, self pleasure, single girls life
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21st Century Romantic Illusions
I just wanna find someone who will make me put my phone down. And not check it when I wake up. I want to not want to take pictures of us. I want someone to cut me off. I want … Continue reading
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Tagged alone, bedtime, denial, email, escape, facebook, goodnight, instagram, love, musings, prison, romance, shit poems, social media, software upgrade, technology, true love, wishful thinking
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Love-Making
He strokes my back just the way I like. And then he doesn’t look at me. Head turned away. Laughing at my soul. That’s my kinda love. Puts the biggest smile on my face. Makes me cum all down my … Continue reading
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Tagged alone, creativity, empty, hollow, light, love, muse, naked, partnership, relationship, rough sex, self-hate, self-love, sex, soul, what in me is dark
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No More Words
I’m going to have to abandon this any minute now. This writing life. The writing life right now. But I also have that feeling on a daily basis—that I’ll have to abandon it. Not for something sensible or anything. But … Continue reading
Wild Love
That’s some kind of some- Thing else. Some kind of lovesick Pony ride on home.
Exhaustion Haiku
Sometimes I just want A vacation from myself. Nevermind. That’s death.
I hate cuddling.
His arms make me feel like a woman Wrapped in him, I fill myself. Without him, I have no container– spilt out and spread thin. Where I allow myself to be walked upon by all the others.
Eden’s Ballroom
Sing it, Jason Mraz! …he’s distracting me in the background. Oh well, a pleasant distraction. Good morning, world. I am happy and excited and scared about life! yup–and it feel so GOOD! I feel like I just won an award … Continue reading
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Tagged acceptance, alone, awards, blind, brunch, cofee, dance, distraction, Eden, Eve, Genesis, good morning, honor, Jason Mraz, lessons, music, nudity, paradise, paralyzed, scones, tea, teacher, temptations
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Heat Stroke
A beige glove misses its lover as it sits on a barren coffee table Awaiting the door to open and bring the cold winter air in With a few flurries and snowflakes to bid it come play With the wind … Continue reading
Heathen Come Home 