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Journaling my moods, essays, erotica, poetry. Words are my super power. I can turn people on with them, but I can also turn them off.
4 months ago. Friday, August 22, 2025 at 5:30 PM

She is a messy, sexy-filthy-thing

A dangerous, hungry thing

Blind and deaf and silenced

Waiting in the dark

To open

To bloom like some kind of freed night flower

Stars bursting on tumescent petals

Dew slipping down, down, down

Staining the sheets.

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