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51. Clear!A Chapter by Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere51. Clear! The General had instantly grabbed his mobile out of his pocket after the fatal shot, shouting some orders in the device. That man.. |
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TattooA Poem by arizonagallagherJust some quick late night work. |
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52. The funeralA Chapter by Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere52. The funeral A week later… It was a sad day. The funeral was even more overshadowed by the drizzly rain which gave his own acce.. |
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53. The recoveryA Chapter by Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere53.The recovery The time during the funeral meal seemed an eternity to Katarina. She knew a lot of people had come from far to pay their last .. |
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54. The invitationA Chapter by Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere54.The invitation Katarina pushed the wheelchair where Jean-Pierre was sitting in. He still wasn’t strong enough to walk great distance.. |
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55. An intimate danceA Chapter by Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere55. An intimate dance A month later… It was hard for Katarina in the weeks after she had visited the General. Her anger against .. |
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Limitless BoundariesA Poem by Steve L.Open your heart, mind, and soul...there is another that will find you... |
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Secrets of our Love AffairA Poem by Petals & PearlsI could linger here upon your lips Indulging in your c**k divine Softly kissing at your fingertips As you dandle my sweet clementine I could sav.. |
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Poetic ImaginationA Poem by gentlekindnessa bit silly and sensual too |
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BergamotA Poem by DaltonThe silent, unseen muskis an alluvion to my dry bedroom.Douse my heart in thy bergamot,and then dip me in thy fume.Whilst swooning in this scent of he.. |
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Song of the Storm SublimeA Poem by DaltonI’m nestled in the marigold mosswatching these clouds elopeand evading a chance to tossunto any solemn hope.White and black ivory keyscoax the p.. |
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NudeA Poem by DaltonA track of terpene reeks in the frantic air. An aroma of acetone speaks from the wood stripped bare. This solvent serenity denudes our deciduo.. |
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The Ultimate PortraitA Poem by JessaHere I lay Naked before your eyes I want you to paint My portrait But not with the brush Nor with colors Instead Stroke your quill And define .. |
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Magic TrioA Poem by JayceeCAdult |
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