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Making Love to a Marlboro – by Heather Mirassou
Nearly naked exceptA dangling Marlboro cigaretteExpertly stroking his loverFingers caress a slender bodyMethodically engulfing aromaThe sweet smell of sexSwollen lips surroundWaves of rapture quiverEyelashes and eyeballs flutterSinking into oblivionHead bobbing like a pendulumSavoring his lustInhaling smoke languidlySucking every last toxin Continue reading
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Time – by Heather Mirassou
We are like a pendulum that is counting the minutes until me meet again. We are like sunbursts finding the sundial that tells us when we meet again. Time is a thief to us. Though our love is timeless. The moment becomes our future. We gather in tandem to be close again. Ever widening our… Continue reading