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I Am Your Sweetheart, Now
She signed her letters with a spray of her scent and a single kiss,and I’d hold them to my racing heart,to heal the pain of our parting.I would wait by my letterbox with lovestruck eyes,letting myself loose in the land of the lovesick,and when night fell,there was nothing between me and her notes but my…
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Cherry Stem
Cherry stem at the bottom of her glass,tied by her tongue,and me, in her lap,tied up in her troublesome smirk and possessive, pawing hands. The sun was beginning to set,and she had been drinking since it had risen,so I was in a unique kind of danger,just a little lost in her lager fuelled lust,but I…
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She Asked Me What I Liked About Her
She was a women who walked like the world belonged to her,and as I watched her weave through the wilderness,I had no choice but to concede that it did. She had the kind of eyes that I’d been trying to describe for a decade.My pen in peril, picking at run on sentences and rare combinations…
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Candy From A Stranger
Her dandy, dazed gaze was so disarming,mired in my haunted bliss,and all the promises that I had made her,she was still so surprising,scorching the earth with a smirk on her lips and a cold can of demons in her delicate hand.She tasted like danger,candy from a stranger,the kind of love that God gives out to…
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Eyes In The Portrait
There’s a new ghost in my gallery,peering from the frames of all my paintings,her stare, so accusatory,as she watches me with my wife’s soft hair,twirled around troubled fingertips,lips lost in a lullaby that lasts all night,ignorant of the rising sun and the expectation for a woman’s place to be in the kitchen, rather than underneath…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 