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“ one moonlight night “
I thought I would start with three fingers of Jack… Sipping it ever so slowly… Breathing in the aroma with each breath… Something that would drive away her scent… The woman standing in the shadows… Peeking through the blinds… We were on two separate ships passing in the dark… When our eyes collided one moonlight…
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Brat, second in a series all revolving around one horse. September 10 2018
“ ever so softly “Ever so softly slow and sweet it beganA reflection, a glimmer of a momentlong lost and still cherished momentAs mere words worked there throughblinds closed to the world her windowleft ajar to the crisp country airby which he found his entry Deeper and deeper his wordspeered further into her soul wherehe…
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Brat, a series revolving around one horse. September 7, 2018
” her icy scent “Our voices crossed as the sixth moon waneduniting old souls two ancient loversfrom eons long pastThe dreams began on a midsummers nightwhen this spirit of the night rides her stallionin the pale moonlight amidst the waves they ridesplashing along the shores for she and Bratwere born to be oneHer people still…
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” in loves return “
only in my dreamscan I hold you I envy thedarknessand the light for they embraceboth Morningand Night in lingering twilightthey share theirstolen moments the Sun rises upon oneand sets upon the other we embrace indreams and twilights when love transcendsboth time and space as love extendsthe physical laws in stolen momentsas the gift of love…
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” happens every time “
a child’s laughtera child’s smilea child’s tearsa child’s cry a sunrisea sunset a playful puppya playful kitten the first buds of Springthe changing leaves of Autumnthe joy of Christmas morningthe first day of Summer break just a few of the thingsthat can melt thecoldest heart #love, # laughter, #children, #pets
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” Betrothed “
to eternal beautyveiled onto the vanitythat endless pursuitof the vain in spirittheir eyes now closedand cold as their heartwill forever gracethe eyes of thoseadmirers of beautyand it’sfleeting passage #love, #desire, # passion
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” she would never know love “
all of thirteena bride among many she would be admiredfor her beauty she would be adornedin the finest silks she would be oiledin the finest scents she would be desireda night here, there she would be a Motherto daughters who wouldbe bartered she would be a slaveof carnal knowledgeand valve she would be a trophy…
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” the pieces “
from an unlikelysource one who neverknew what a treasurehe had comeacross in bits and piecesshards that cutdeep intrigued by themind behind allof the pieces a few of the piecestiny slivers are imbedded underand into my skin further attempts toremove them has pushed themdeeper within as if they founda home and are notwilling to leave as…
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” another rewrite “
that woman frompassion’s play known bymany names her hairis always darkalways longalways beautifultangled or not her eyesa hue of browncaptivatingenticingalways inviting her heighther shapeher walk always akinthough eons pass that beguiling laughwith melting smile those lips of redvirginity’s allure images dance throughboudoir’s and kisses as memory’s servefrom eons past a twisted heela balanced catcha velvet…
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” as I lay here “
Watching you sleep.Watching your chest , as it raises and lowers with each breath.I noticed your eyes moving rapidly behind your closed lids.I smiled as I thought of how much I admire what those eyes see.Watched your lips as they formed a smile.As I remembered the first time I was captivated by that smile.Thought about…
