The Coin


It turns, thick copper cuts the sky

Its wailing roars above me high

Will you live or will you die


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Jasmine’s Sparrow

Sparrows I could watch all day, The way they hop and fight and play. I watch them through the window’s glass, In my garden, bold as brass. I want to put them in my mouth, Squeeze their bones, feel them bounce In my cupped hands, their little beaks Pecking as they scratch and squeak. I…

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I have this splinter in my heart. Cold and sharp, it makes me start. It has no business being there, I wish I could learn not to care. A proper person minds it not, Their woes, once felt, are soon forgot. They brush away their tears and smile, All is forgiven, in a while. But…

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Tales of Sexuality: Alias, Daria

When his fingers brushed, purposefully, against mine, I felt a bolt of excitement in the very depths of my groin. It was almost painful, how acutely I wanted him, and my whole body thrummed with desire. It was so clear, so incredibly clear, that we were going to go bed with each other.

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To Child, Or Not To Child?

Your hair would be a curly mane,

As dark as deepest night.

Your lips would be a cherry red,

Your eyes so blue and bright.

Your skin, the colour of spun gold,

As caramel as his,

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A person who has good thoughts cannot ever be ugly. You can have a wonky nose and a crooked mouth and a double chin and stick-out teeth, but if you have good thoughts they will shine out of your face like sunbeams and you will always look lovely. -Roald Dahl

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The Piscean Lament

There are two voices in my head,

One speaks white, the other red.

White says, “drink this glass of water,”

Red says, “whiskey would be hotter.”

They chat away, all day and night,

Let’s do wrong, or let’s do right.

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Tales of Sexuality: Alias, Briony

I would make love to him now and then, although so often I would lie in his arms, frustrated and aroused, wanting him to treat me dirtily, to put his mouth on my sex and make me quiver. But he was too shy. He would rub up against me, his arms wrapped around me and his erection pressing into my back, nuzzling my neck. But he was too nervous to pin me down and take me as I wanted to be taken.

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Books That I Wanted To Gobble Up

Sometimes you come across a book that is so delicious, so immediately enjoyable, that you just want to shove it whole into your mouth and never let it out. You know the ones, where after reading just the first few lines you know instinctively that you and this book are going to fall in love,…

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