dreams, Prose & Poetry

A Reverie

Soft and Mellow

Your Lips, Divine

Skin on Skin

A Hot thrilling Crime

Push and Pull

Your Hands, my Waist

A Painful Delight

Bites and Taste

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Prose & Poetry

Past and Present

The mind dictates good intentions but the heart flounders.

The heart is a fickle thing.

It wants all but expects so little.

Haunted with wisps of memories best left faded in the deep.

Longing for shadows of a past bliss shrouded with misdirection.

– wilnako

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