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Darkened Doorways And Dead Winter Leaves...
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Darkened Doorways And Dead Winter Leaves... |
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Bluesy Socrateaser Member Elite
since 2002-11-07
Posts 2417In The Mirror 
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She stood in a darkened doorway awaiting the wheel’s ball to stop on her number, her eyes mocking love as her lips of lust gleamed under a gambled moonlit night She was standing as a shadow in that doorway when I shattered the dark lighting her long cigarette illuminating the porcelain pallor of her face so white, almost mimicking my burning desire for her Our lone paths having crossed, they began then to part I got more of what I needed, and she...more than she asked for, though her scowl of pleasure's demise now scorned me, pointing down to the gutter, mocking her ever so sated lover She stood in a darkened doorway her look of reproach had unnerved many a man, still, she conceived a greater desire in my dry bones... Then she parted her lips and blew me away like dead winter leaves ...just bein' Bluesy |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
This is great! It is dark and erotic. I love your title! It has always been a mystery to me how those mean b*tch*s draw men like flies. And they are happy to take the abuse. I suppose it is a lot like good girls drawn to bad boys. ~L |
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Bluesy Socrateaser Member Elite
since 2002-11-07
Posts 2417In The Mirror |
quote:Yes, Miss Lori...It's just like that. To understand motivation is to understand reason...and vice-versa.  ...just bein' Bluesy |
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