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 Aug 2018
Nathaniel
Simply numb to the fear inside me
No hands to hold beside thee
Desperate for hope
Destined for the rope
that currently hangs reality

I have not felt ground in so long
As the air sings a sad song
That never ends
That ever extends
God make my wings so strong
 Aug 2018
Ashley Chapman
Here in the morning gloaming
burning
my skin flaming
as I imagine red kisses
from smouldering lips!

How easily
in anticipation
you make me whimper
before with pleasure
making me simper -
each kiss
another hot coal
placed on my rawness
with searing softness.

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