Wanton wonder restlessly resides
between parted thighs
His fervor fondles
her desire’s saline drips
Intoxicated by illusions
of strained ecstasy
Seen in visions of her
sorrow-stained garnet lips
Processed Dreams
Her whiskey eyes tell all.
Lovely
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Thank you, TJ!
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Great post 🙂
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Thank you.
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Your pen never fails to capture sensuality with a classical touch…
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Since I very rarely exercise subtlety in other areas of my life, I try to use it in my writing. Except for when I am being savage.
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I believe you know my affinity for both your savagery and subtlety.
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Laughs. I believe you have that affinity for most female writers that display those attributes.
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Wonderful 💖
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Thank you! 🙂
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Love the imagery of this, sounds like some sweet dreams to process.
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