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It’s nearing 1AM and we’re still giggling like little kids. We’ve been talking and laughing since we got in bed at nine. With our fingers entangled, our hope for decent sleep is out the window but these are our favorite nights. It’s on nights like this that we slip back in love and I remember…
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Touches on denim, my hands on your thighs. I look down and smile or I’d drown in your eyes. You stretch and you yawn, my touch making you weak. I bend down and kiss you, sweet disruptions as you speak. Large hands are shaking while holding my hair. Your touch, it feels molten. Your breath…
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I’m barkin’ up the wrong tree again. I snuck my way out of my fence. I’m here causing trouble where I’m not supposed to be. And I bet you’ll make a fool out of me. I’m sweeter than sugar, real nice. You buttered me up, took your time. You’ve got humor and charm, just enough…
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I was so lucky to grow up with a magical forest behind my house and a dusty shed to play in. Ingredients for mud pies were plentiful and discarded dishes made all the difference when I pretended to host Food Network shows. Cars didn’t drive by very often so our bikes and scooters owned the…
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I’ll run my hands along your thighs and wonder if your heart pounds. I’ll kiss along your collarbone and look for goosebumps on your skin. My vision gets hazy while your hands get lazy and I can feel my heart twist in my chest. Where is your head at? Why do you squeeze your eyes…
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Sunshine soaks into her skin, defrosting what she froze during the darkest days. She leans back on her elbows, face turned towards the sun as she breathes in this very moment. She feels at home in her skin at last, shimmering with freedom as she accepts what is and what has past. There are no…
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Hold my hand and hide behind me. Guess I’ll grab the door. “I hope we never change. We can always be like this but more!” Dinner at 6, always home before dark. Talk about showing me off then snuffing out the spark. Tuck me in and go on your way, I wonder what you do.…
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If you could peek inside my head, I wonder what you’d see. It’s all blurry lines and static energy, unreadable to me. Dreams and thoughts that wander through black and white and gray. Schemes and plans and words that I wasn’t brave enough to say. If I could peek inside your head, I’d close my…
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My baggage is over the limit. And just like that, my plans have changed. A blemish that can’t be looked over, no rebooking could be arranged. The baggage that I carry means no easy way for me. For every place I’ve been, I’ve had to fight to earn my keep. I know the load I…
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Lush eyes look back at mine, encouraging and kind. Your hand never touches mine but the magnetic force of you pulls me wherever you’re going. I want to follow you better than anyone else ever could. My eyes sparkle and my feet stumble towards the edge, feelings of danger mistaken for butterflies. You walk with…
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