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• Life savers .

  September 9, 2024

  She is this lovely adorable mischievous sprite. Would she have tea in a forest glade with lightening bugs for lamps, and only the best English tea and fineries. She would. I love standing beside her, the difference in her and I and how comfortable it is to fall Into her arms as she fits and…

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• Pepper Plants

  August 8, 2024

  When I think of things I want from you I think in the shape of a witches spell. I want from you is a single perfect Dawn I want a bird song A bottle of your quiet laughter. Or a piece of your perfect smile. A sunrise that never ends , walking along some trail,…

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• Psychic nose bleed.

  July 23, 2024

  The irony is. She’s a witch on the night wind. Cackling and seductive as dark coffee with a swirl of cream. What? Oh. Yes. There is sometimes this moment, this letting go, this Fuck, you got me again- Melting and flowing together. This soul kiss that our whole body does. My dick feels huge, pound...

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• Cigars

  July 11, 2024

  The sunsets in Cuba smell of cigars and ice cold Cuba Libre. Road dust and oil. Not gasoline but diesel. Like we could start a revolution or whisper to each other in someone’s backyard. The heat slick on our backs.  The buildings look like they burn brightly in the fading light. Our cigar smoke t...

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• If I could turn back time and pee in the ocean for a wee bit.

  July 2, 2024

  Here is anger on the wind. Nostrils flare, clouds darken. They say she was an angel, come down to sit, just sit for a spell and let time pass. Where she comes from there is none. Time that is. She has affectation to fruit wine and is completely smitten with me. We went down in…

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• Swallow this truth.

  June 21, 2024

  “Honey, oh my goodness look.” She says as she put her sandals back on, one leg raised and then the other, barely glimpsing her calves as the Alta Velocidad Espanola Train pull into the station, her finger pointing, tapping on the window, red laquered nails, taper off like she knows a piano. Like ...

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• It’s not what you think…ok maybe it is.

  May 24, 2024

  She is that diva, clicks the lighter closed quickly, she doesn’t even smoke. What. The. Fuck.  My darling albatross, why are you so sad? …and she flutters to the ground so many summers come and gone, for love of her and gone are liquid delights of sights and sounds and we wither and we wither…but...

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• Just a short thing.

  May 18, 2024

  Morry is the type of women that can win a fight by choosing the right dress. She deserves way better than me and I know this in my heart. But my love is pure and untainted. It’s real. Thats what I can offer. Thats about it really. If I could take back every argument and…

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• And then we just flew.

  May 15, 2024

  When I say I love the look Of my cock in her mouth…. What I mean to say is that she is my Rembrandt, my dark oil painting and dark eyes, lovely pale, and freckled skin, soft, so soft, like the silkiness of the lotions she spreads across her skin, kneads.  It has a slight taste…

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