“In a world myriad as ours, the gaze is a singular act: to look at something is to fill your whole life with it, if only briefly.: ~ Ocean Vuong …
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Sinful Sunday
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All of this. We are joined. It is as if we live in the center of a great storm. Around us the world of the realms revolves like a giant …
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I would rather give up sex than cuddles. That is not a statement I would have written 10 years ago. I would have absolutely baulked at the idea but the …
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“Who is she?Oh that’s the great mystery. You’ll never know her in full, the layers run deep.But through art, words and magic – you can find pieces of her spread …
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“… and the very folds of the curtains contained secrets and sighs.” ~ Anais Nin What secrets?My soft moansYour gentle groansThe way you reach for meIn the dark of the …
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“Oh my sweet Saturday,I have been waiting for you for six long days”― Charmaine J Forde It is not secret round here that I LOVE Fridays. They are definitely my …
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“You and I will be lost and found a thousand times along this cobbled road of us.” ~ Atticus Poetry
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“Beauty: it curves, curves are beauty. Shapely goddesses, Venus, Juno: curves the world admires.” ~ James Joyce
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“We are the bloodof the witchesyou thought were dead. We carry witchcraft in our boneswhilst magic still singsinside out heads. When the witch huntersimprisoned out ancestorswhen they tried to burn …
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I am teasing Michael in the kitchen about something, I can’t remember now, but the next thing I know he has grabbed me and administered a stinging pinch to my …
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“What is a work of art if not the gaze of another person?” ~ Karl Ove Knausgård I wasn’t going to do the A to Z challenge this year with Eroticon …
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“Here is my secret. It is very simple: one sees well only with the heart. The essential is invisible to the eyes.” ~ Antoine de Saint-Exupery
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“Be sure to wear green on March seventeen, or else Irish leprechauns pinch your bones clean!” ~ Richelle E. Goodrich
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To sit a momentIn contemplation of meAnd you. All of this. ~ Molly Moore #Haiku
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Mine the long nightThe secret place Where lovers meet In long embrace In purple dark In silvered kiss Forget the world And grasp your bliss ~ A. S. Byatt