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Nighttime Goals

I would like someone To touch my small tits tonight, Tasting the shadows.

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Love Letters on my iPhone

In my efforts to tip-toe around you, I have managed to walk all over the beautiful closeness we’ve only briefly shared in moments when I forget myself and my anticipations for what I assume you want. And I haven’t heard … Continue reading

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Early Sunsets

Her shirt came off but she left her socks on. Because that’s how real love is made. with the dog watching and the window still cracked from the daytime sun that set long ago leaving the air a bit too … Continue reading

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Find Him

I want someone who In moments of silence will Lean in and kiss me.

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How Today Begins

I spent the morning at the less-frequented coffee shop with nothing spectacular to offer but empty seats on a slow-moving unappealing Wednesday. Thinking of how much I wanted you seated next to me.  Saying nothing. Watching the traffic. Sipping a … Continue reading

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Lavender Sheets

She took her shoes off  to play in the inside rain and make friends with pixels on her iPhone screen. Under the covers on a sunny day, she is protected from the threat of happiness and love and the fall … Continue reading

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Status Quotaion

“Be nice…or whatever.” Then he ate a half a banana. And went to work. I stayed home and unthreaded the memories in his Egyptian cotton sheets. For three hours. I was getting bored so I left the door open and … Continue reading

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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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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.

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Why won’t he call…?

“I like him because he’s witty and knows just how to treat me like trash the way I want. I like him in that you-treat-me-like-shit-and-I-want-more-sorta-way. I like him for the slaps he sends up and down my face, my back, … Continue reading

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