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Fire and Brimstone

She was born out of hatred and intense desire for revenge Her heart hides a thousand secrets, destructive, manipulative. She is the nameless ghost of the past, a nebulous creature wandering the terra firma of mortals for centuries, elusive. She is the evil incarnate, banished from hell, coveted the freedom of human, envied the innocence… Continue reading Fire and Brimstone

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Arrows

Rose petals, scattered on the floor The smell of chocolate permeating through the air Scented candles, flickering Two hearts, beating unsteadily Uttering promises of tomorrow, lips becoming one Unclad and exposed, falling deeper. Every touch is an echo, every move is a sign Their shadows danced in the darkness No words spoken, no words needed.

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The Secret Rendezvous

  In a crescentic view of the midnight sky Two lost souls found a sanctum of satyric relish Lips consumed with burning lust Eyes engrossed in a rhythmic seduction.   Her soft skin brushed against his sturdy figure Her fingers trailed with quiver on his back Her body arched with delirious pleasure Teasing, taunting.  … Continue reading The Secret Rendezvous