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The Passion Of The Poet
The night is never ending, but it goes so quickly. There are fragments that are frozen, the warmth of your desire, waiting, just above my skin, wild and wicked, I am enchanted. You are enchanting, I am echoing the incantation, that trips from your lips to my own, charmed by the safety and sensuality of…
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God Thinks You’re a C**t, But He’s Humouring Me, Because I’m His Favourite Daughter
I knelt beside fresh bed sheets, smoothing them across the mattress, until no crease could be found, trying to find something to fill up my mind, so it wasn’t occupied with the things I’ll never have again. I said a prayer for a man last night, who made so many mistakes. I know he needs…
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Aching
In your arms, I am aching. Waiting to be kissed. Cursed with a craving, that sinks into my skin, keeping me awake and aching, waiting for the pacing monologue of my mind to subside. I can barely hide it. Inching closer and closer, lips laced in red, bringing your attention to my intentions. I am…
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An Open Letter To Male Poets
Hello clever man, who towers, only in height, and has the same syndrome as boys who buy big cars. There’s something you should know. I’ll say it slow, so I don’t get overwhelmed, because you know we women are not complex, so quiet, so one dimensional, (feel free to mention all the books you’ve read,…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 