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It's almost as good
As getting high
Pressing my breasts
Into your back
Holding you, trusting you
Atop the rumbling
Between my thighs
I whisper my secrets
And smile because no one
Can hear them
We could almost take flight
Let the sun beat on my arms
Wind enveloping my body
My body enveloping yours
Melding into one
As you take me
Anywhere
As getting high
Pressing my breasts
Into your back
Holding you, trusting you
Atop the rumbling
Between my thighs
I whisper my secrets
And smile because no one
Can hear them
We could almost take flight
Let the sun beat on my arms
Wind enveloping my body
My body enveloping yours
Melding into one
As you take me
Anywhere
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FFM28 - Alliance
“Let me get this straight,” Sadi began, glaring at the fae present. “You want to work with them? Instead of getting paid?”
Ace nodded. “I found out why they started the Rebellion, love,” he said seriously. “It’s not pretty. We’ll have to head back, get Poly and Maria. Convince them to help. I don’t want to be on Poly’s bad side.”
“‘Get on my bad side’?” croaked a voice from behind him. Ace whirled around, blinking at the sight of Maria standing awkwardly beside Shade, a crow perched on her shoulder. The crow huffed and ruffled its fea
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consecrate
authenticity an arsenic
in morning coffee, in the smiles
pressed like ironed laundry,
because I feel like one wrong breath,
one wrong kiss between glossed lips and soft jaws
and I will be nailed to a cross
deception a shame rising like steam,
where teeth grind against each other
like clockwork gears, tick tick ticking
while the tongue kisses the roof of its cathedral
like a prayer to gods yet to be named
because her face is a mosaic window
shining the sin out of love
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for Mids
your photos told stories
of the adventures you've
had - oh the places you
went!
your poems, more like
rants, had your voice
boom inside my mind,
echoing.
soon after you deleted your account,
I swore I would write to you...
but I never did, not as often as
I would have liked to, anyway.
next time I go out,
I'll take pictures
of flowers and 'scapes,
just for you, my friend.
next time I write a
poem, I will remember
how your words always
were full of volume.
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Well. How lovely!!
What sort of bike are you riding, my dear???
What sort of bike are you riding, my dear???