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Tough Love…

I’d punch a kiss straight on your lips my raging desire around your neck, tight, a stroke almost gentle, running my sharpened nails on their scarred names in your flesh…   Soul thirsty, would you care to pour me a shot?  

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The bookstore…

  The bookstore was very quiet when she came through the door. Too quiet, she thought, and she suddenly regretted coming. Not that she had double thoughts about seeing him again, but the situation was far from what she had imagined first… She knew he worked, she had seen him coming out for a cigarette…… Continue reading The bookstore…