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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Love Sonnet XI

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,

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