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Submitted to Contest #183
We all know men. Sweet and sour; trash. We know how bad they are yet we long for them. We long for their lustful gazes, their empty promises, their too good to be true compliments⦠Their touch. Yes. We all want that masculine touch cupping our faces, assuring us that the world belongs to us and that we are the only ones thei...
My skin trembles. I feel sharp stings. My eyes are heavy but sleep eludes me. A cool breeze passes and I slightly part my dry lips to inhale a bit of fresh air. I deeply exhale with my eyes closed as my mind goes for another spin. Bare ground at night is no friendly host and neither are the owners of the night. My body is sore and sour but what does it matter? I am finished. βEvery night ...
I am mostly shy so I speak through my writings. Can anyone hear me?
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