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For Sir
For Sir She knew she was different from most other women. The man that would claim her knew not to ask her if this was okay, or if that was something she liked. Her body craved more than most men knew to take; were able to give. Words were her force majeure. They filled the hours of her days, spilled into her dreams. Images, whole stories playing inside her captive mind, her stilled body. Who dares to ask for release? The girl that hides behind the barbed growth of tangled ivy thickened from years of neglected pruning? This is not an escape. This is a rebirth. The voice continues, pushing her. Inside, she trembles. No, not with fear. Have you learned nothing? Tearing down, building up………like a phoenix……….she flies. You cannot conceive the many without the one. |
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oh, it is a lovely thing to burn............... You cannot conceive the many without the one.
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That is a very unusual (and wonderful) woman. Beautifully written, as usual.
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Love the prose, love the image!
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This is very cool, wicked. "...trembles....not with fear". It sounds delicious. Become a member now and get a free tote bag.
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Did she earn her wings? Vive La Difference
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Beautiful thoughts and words hugsssssss V Become a blog watcher sweet_vm
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12/3/2016 3:11 pm |
wow that was beautiful.. thanks.. face piles of trials with smiles.. MOODY BLUES please feel free to visit my blog happy blogging
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