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When I touch myself…

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. When I touch myself Whilst thinking of you, I forget who These hands belong to… Eyes closed, dear Muse I seek your smell, I crave your voice I miss your silhouette! Yet again, my imagination Vastly suffices To raise me slowly but surely Closer to paradise… These growling moans All bear your name, You…… Continue reading When I touch myself…

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My favorite curse….

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. Sometimes, I think I invented you, out of the blue. Out of boredom maybe, or just because I needed you. An unwritten poem that lingered on my lips when I was about to surrender to  sleep. Like a vaporous goodnight kiss, light as a feather brush. I might have painted you angel wings, while…… Continue reading My favorite curse….