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Red Buckets

All she could see were the colors, bright orgasmic colors Through the fog in her brain, she saw dancing kittens She left us, She wandered, and in her mind ...
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Inordinate desire

In my imagination, we are the product of desire. In my understanding, we are in ourselves a physical manifestation of a fantasy. And what a fantasy, and what...
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Lyrical Conversations

It’s the early days of our romance. In some random hotel room on one of our many clandestine lovers’ weekends, we spent most of the time in our hotel room g...
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Parking Lots

His charismatic fingers feeling up the rice and beans I cooked he offers me promise and i imagine coconut filled dreams Making up the seeds of the begi...