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Month: May 2014
A rush of emotion like the blush of a sunset If I could spell out the angst that covers me like dark clouds I’d retell the story of my soul “Once upon a time, there was this pretty brown-skinned girl with a heart full of hope” Oh, the stories I’d narrate to help that one …
This is like a splinter I can’t get out. It’s bothering the hell out of me! Recently, the news has been littered with the mass shooting done by a 22 your old because he’d been rejected one too many times by a woman. Twitter has spawned the hashtag #YesAllWomen in response to the feeling of …
When did we become so sensitive as a people? When every word uttered leads to offense taken A glance speaks volumes to our fragile hearts And we’d fall apart piece by piece
I What makes someone pick a flower knowing it’ll wilt and die? Why do we lay claim to beauty knowing we’ll only destroy it?
My birth was a disaster in so many ways. The doctor, in a rush to free me from the restricting force of my mother’s uterus, damaged nerves pulling me out. My limbs are useless on my left side, but I’ve learned to get around and have adapted ways to care for myself. It’s not the …
The heavy metallic scent hit him before he opened the door. He paused, hand squeezing the knob, debating whether he should return to the safety of his car. Tamping down the nauseating combination of nerves and twisted excitement, he entered the house. It hit him like a wall. The thick, tinny smell became an iron …
Arousal is a delicate thing More than the flowering of her cunt, More than wet desire coating plump lips. She’s seeking that mind-body connection Creeping into her being Deeper than a cock could plunge Stretching the walls of her psyche Leaving her breathless, crying out The name of her lover on her lips The one …
What does it mean for you to obey me? His question bounced around in her mind as she struggled to quell the tremble of her limbs. She’d assumed her practiced pose the moment she’d walked into the room, trying to ignore both her discomfort and irritation at waiting there for him. The ache in her …
Resentment Not a response you’d expect Here I stand I hum with arousal I sing with regret Picturing your fingers tracing Gliding, tickling, tracing Down the curve of my spine “You’re mine” A jolt of desire A hiss of despair As I let you touch Wake and take Those secret parts of me I shiver …