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The only difference between making love and f*****g is perception, not the subject nor the action

Love can never be defined by any single person because it is personal to each individual...but here's my interpretation of what love is to me...

He never asks… when he stands before her marveling at the delicate Caramel skin laying against a pallet of Onyx satin sheets… ..

His redolence bellows of whiskey andBlack Cherry Winesteeping pores to pour palpable indiscretions…Spills of silk slits betwixt splits bleeds a..

I want palms to rest soles like Psalms rests souls…tongues speaking in tongues tongue-tying wrists to twist fingertipsand lips into spastic co..

To let my babies know the gifts they are to me

I amA perfect mind full of deceptive fables candied with hope filled nightmares born of diluted fantasies I amA perfect carcass of misery, whos..

You take my breath awayand live on my pain...I'd die for you today,but I survive on the hope thattomorrow you'll love me too...

My grandmother was my Angel on Earth and although she's in Heaven, her role as my Angel remains the same.

The harsh reality of girls and women paying to lose themselves