Tag Archives: desire

The Black Shirt

Kristine didn’t know what it was exactly, but there was something about a man in a black dress shirt and dark jeans that turned her on, and he knew it. So here she stood, watching Ben sit in his brown … Continue reading

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I took the Trash Out to the Curb and Contemplated Life

and worried… what if the sun dies?and I thought about Maine,and how as a child, I used to tell my mother“One day, I’m going to be Stephen King’s neighbor.”my imagination carrying me as the sun shone through the trees, just … Continue reading

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Ever Later

The clocks moved forward, stealing an hour, and casting night time shadowsever later.Through the window, next to last year’s dead weeds, lies the wishes of an old and odd soul.Of stopping to pick wildflowers on her walk home from the … Continue reading

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When Winter Feels Like Heartache

She dreamsand knowssomehow—that one dayshe will reach for himand he will be there Like sunlightbursting throughbare tree brancheshe will shinethrough herbare bones And in the colddead of wintershe will reflect himin everythingand become his lightupon the snow…

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Dreams to Remember

Last night, I had a wonderful dream the lead-up is unclear but I remember the moonlight filtering through the shades on the bedroom window highlighting the dimple in your cheek and your eyes, peering into my soul The air was … Continue reading

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Do You Believe In Magic?

How could I not believe in magic when there are galaxies in your eyes? When the stardust in your hands longs for the touch of my thighs? Don’t you find it strange how we’re a part of something bigger? How … Continue reading

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The Magic Between Us

How can just words have me coming undone But yours are the fire at the tip of your tongue   Come over me I want to feel your heat can you feel me writhing beneath this sheet   I didn’t … Continue reading

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