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She’s Back
I am a killer.The blood is basted on your hands rather than mine, but it still belongs to me.I put it there,sensual and sentimental,holding each fingertip with my gaze,a gay song in my heart that soon became a war cry. I wait for the whispers to wane but they never do.We are front page news…
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Nervous Goose
My fingernails find my palms,piercing flesh,lips bitten,once so luscious,now fumbling every fucking word. This is my curse. I am the campground for a festival of fluttering butterfliesand you smile, as if you’re innocent.I ache for you,all over the place,my face giving me away before my trembling, ambitious hands have the chance. They cry for you,and…
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Refined Tastes
I love each line of your life’s story,lost in a language that only you and I speak,reading until my eyes are red and tired,writing my own chapters,captured by my charming lover,lounging in the most exclusive chambers of my memory. I will not insist that you are an angel,ageless and graceful,echoing the enchantment of ever present…
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Moved
Your eyes enchant me,and I slip beneath your spell.Your magic moves me.
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Love Is The Message
Sensing shadows,I close my eyes,count to an incalculable number,nodding my head to the night’s rhythm. My glass is glowing,half full of my dreams,sipped and swallowed,swirling with the butterflies that line my stomach. The daughters of the dolls dazzle,followed by my feet,dainty and dancing down the runway.My spirit is my trophy,and tonight, my soul will shine.
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 