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Victory

A housefly has made its way

to the dining room:

Buzzing, perching, provoking.

The assailant's arm is heavy but unstable.

The sound of a slapped slipper,

for there is no broom,

echoes on the wood of the table.

The fly remains:

Buzzing, perching, provoking.

Another echo, this time more able.

Victory is a dark smudge on a golden placemat.

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Notes on Pleasure - Chapter 1: His Kisses (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1399403086-notes-on-pleasure-chapter-1-his-kisses?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading Summer. The season of first love. The season of change. "It was not my intention to be his first love. In retrospect, it was not his intention either. Most romances take place in summer and ours was no different. Mixed with the humid air was a sweltering passion, built on a whim and staggering on a weak foundation, and as young as we were, we knew we were only real together in that place, in that time. We knew and yet we tricked ourselves with the promise of otherwise." ----- A short book on first love, pleasure, and the aftermath of passion. *Short chapters as it is planned to be a short book

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Author: @ichor_bee Book: Notes on Pleasure Genre: Teen Fiction, Romance Synopsis: Summer. The season of first love. The season of change.

"It was not my intention to be his first love.

In retrospect, it was not his intention either. Most romances take place in summer and ours was no different. Mixed with the humid air was a sweltering passion, built on a whim and staggering on a weak foundation and as young as we were, we knew we were only real together in that place, in that time. We knew and yet we tricked ourselves with the promise of otherwise."

A short book on first love, pleasure, and the aftermath of passion. Status: Ongoing https://www.wattpad.com/story/356613312-notes-on-pleasure

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There once was, one of many others, a Jeweler, the epitome of my wants. He gifted: rare rubies and diamonds. I paid dearly, for this Jeweler was sought after by many others. He gifted: garnets and gold I paid dearly, for this Jeweler was sought after by a new buyer He gifted: the spare silver chains I paid dearly, for this Jeweler was sought after by that same buyer He gifted: naught I paid dearly, for this Jeweler was sought after no more. The new buyer had him chained to her, like the adornments He had gifted to me. I left, after blessing the Jeweler, once the epitome of my wants. What did I lack That the new buyer Did not? The Jeweler's true affections While I paid dearly, To her, he gifted: The most precious pearls For he was the epitome of my wants But she was the frequenter of his thoughts