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Tamed
I wrap your roses around my wrist, stinging, shining, under the familiar and friendly moon light. Painting my initials across your palms, with lip gloss that will last, my glitter lingers in your sheets, like the heavy smoke that watches us, from outside the window. You taste of trouble, the divine kind, and I am…
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Late Night Shopping
I went shopping for silk, imagining myself as a mistress, who goes hiking in the valleys of Los Angeles, while waiting for her forbidden fruit to find some time, to do dastardly deeds on the sheets his wife dutifully washes. There is no wife, this time, I’m going straight, in a sense, though I remain…
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Ribbons and Fairy Lights
I am bewildered in your bed sheets, wrapped in ribbons, my rushing thoughts, hurry out as hurtling breaths, and I can’t think of anything, but the softness of your voice. Your touch softens, I am alight, then you are deliciously rough with me, and I am anxious energy, wanting you to want me, watching you…
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Tube
There are trains, always heading down the same vein, outside of your window. Under electric blankets, I observe a world that I never really felt part of, as it parades past your window, trying to impress me, but I can only ever look, I can never explore. Exploring is danger, and I’m so delicate these…
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Cider
Golden dreams inside my glass, your eyes are on me. Let’s dream, together.
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 