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Storytelling
I take your hand and tell her our secrets,all of the salacious sighs that signpost the sensuous story we’ve been writing.Blushing and breaking the rules,we are angels with hellish pursuits on our minds,and I am down to drown in you,enchanted and obsessed by your whispered wishes.
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Don’t Be So Mean To Baby, ‘Cause Baby’s So Good To You
You must be made of stone,because you seem so unmoved,unimpressed by my infatuation,just a wry, dry laugh as you grab my waist and grab a kiss from the lips of your special girl.I drown,dreaming of you in the shadow of the sun and the mood lighting of the moon. I drown in your doe eyes,dining…
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Feliz Cumpleaños, Ol’ Brown Eyes
I stand above her cot,catching her eye as fading stars catch the first morning rays.She is so small,so minuscule that it is hard to believe she will be any bigger,but she blooms,and behind the cot,by the window,there she is again. Precocious brat in a princess dress,smiling, like she still believes it’s all up to her,and…
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Later
Chasing pink dragons,clattering on clumsy heels.It’s never enough.
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An Ageing Tree Decides That She Doesn’t Care If She Is Ageing.
They told me that my leaves had fallen to the ground,and that all my fruit had gone with them too,rotting and writhing in the dirt,drowning in insecure tears from a tree who was mired by missiles since she was just a sapling. I stopped crying when I realised that my leaves would return,that my fruit…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 