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Now, I Buy Her Flowers
There I was,roses in my hair,and in my hands,no plans,just a spark in my eye and a whisper in my throat.Your name tasted like a tropical afternoon,the kind of time when all there is to do is be adored,and it was a whisper,then a soft song,kissed onto the lips of my lover,as I handed her…
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Sick Of It
I’m sick of the way you smile at me,softly,like you can’t see what it does to me,lazily leaning against the table with a tempting glance,just a flicker of fantastical torture from the eyes that have owned me since the moment we met…I’m sick of it. I’m sick of the way your laughter fills the room,finding…
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Road Safety (Or Lack Thereof)
Stuck on my innocence,you were struck by my insouciance as I danced across a dangerously busy road,handbag dangling from my wrist,the handles clattering against my ever growing collection of colourful bracelets,crying cars weaving all around me,as my sense of adventure devoured my sense of self preservation. You’re beyond,and I’m bored of pretending otherwise.I cross the…
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They Say That I’m Cold And Unfeeling
My passions run deep.I am devoted to desire,drunk on our last kissand each inch of me aches for more.I am faithful but full of fire,dangerous but a damsel,dropping in and out of a dream,but always offering my hand,offering my lips,offering my soul to you.
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Saturday Night In Central
Soft street lamps cast shadows that we sail through,foxes fly past and through the park fence,faster than my phone can find them,and your lips find mine,just as quick. This is just a Saturday night in Central.Just drinks and dinner,then home to collapse into a kiss on the sofa,you reading a book,glancing over the pages and…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 