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I like to write poetry, short stories, and anything that strikes me as something that readers would enjoy. more »
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The summer rain falls outside the open window.
I hear the droplets dancing on the sidewalk below,
Sounds of thunder in the distance,
Like muted rumbling kettle drums.
I lay there, a wisp of a breeze flows over me,
I savor its cool momentary presence.
In the silky darkness I turn towards her.
The smooth warmth of her body
Pressing against my chest.
I reach over her, to hold her.
She grasps my hand and softly places it
Against her breast.
She turns her head up
As I gently kiss her neck.
She moves my hand,
Slowly across her ...