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This is a poem written for my daughter

I wrote this for a contest

Your touch Your touch, your tongue Your warm embrace Your kiss, your hands I can’t erase The wanton caresses Th..

Amethyst eyes reflected the fire flowing from the mouth that fueled the death pyre Scales sharp as razors taut as a sheath covered powerful mu..

This came to me in bed one morning

He captured her lips with a mouth of molten steel he grasped her full hips and pulled her toward him He captured her breast with fingers meant ..

She walks on forgotten whispers gown blowing in lost conversations She smiles at rays of sunshine that fall on extinct nations She talks to trou..

Passion coursed through her as he nibbled the curve where her neck meets her back it struck every nerve His fingers, they grasped the flesh of ..

This is a pirate poem for a contest

This is a book I'm writing about a serial killer in the Florida Keys, where I live.