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The truth, pure and simple was this, he needed his hands upon her. He craved his lips tasting hers. Pandora’s box had been opened and now there was simply no other path that made sense. They were destined, now and always, to be inexplicably, undeniably entangled, body, soul and mind.

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Homesick for flesh their lips had yet to meet.

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Her blush, white hot beneath his lips;

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She has this uncanny way

Of showing just enough skin.

The way her clothing clings

Onto her curvy body

Kickstarts my imagination to begin

Fantasizing about the ways

We might lead each other

Into unknown levels of sin.

Awakening a feral hunger

That surely knows no doubt

Of what is sure to transpire

Between she and I

Once doors close, lights go out.

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I wondered how far away you are, And how much closer we could get. The very worst of decisions Often lead to moments Too cherished to regret.

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The battle within

You made me question every part of who I am, You created both - the wolf and the lamb. The origin of my inner war, Not knowing what I'm fighting for. I wish that I could find some peace, A place to rest, mind filled with ease. But I got lost along the way, Where should I go? Where can I stay? I wonder how many more years it will be, Until I'm healed from what you've done to me.

© Fraeulein Clara, 2025

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I believe you when you say you’re no poet, but it’s because you are the poetry.

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Read between the lines

Of words written

As bid the world goodnight,

Not all meaning or emotion

Lies there apparent

Some rest in silence of respite.

If upon further consideration

One might find curiosity rears its head

One need only to question directly

All answers will be bled.

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Ancient, in all of the ways she’d failed to see. The kind of heart and soul that looks past and deeper, as tales and facades recede.

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Professions of love are wasted on deaf ears and blind eyes.

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In all your

Vulnerable

And not so

Vulnerable

Moments

Our lips

Are always

Susceptible

To each others

Gravity.

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We’re both

Meant to be

On the tip

Of each others

Tongues.

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Her head

Tilted slightly

To her right

Exposing

The course

For my lips

In plain sight.

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The blood coursed through her body, white hot, and he was ravenous, like wolf on a mid January night.

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She was not

Of this realm

Nor was he

Together

They’re bound

In tragic alchemy.