She has never
been so aware
of her body
within her clothes,
the way the material
kisses and caresses
grazes and brushes
smooths and strokes.
She has never
been so aware
of her body
within her clothes,
and to the new
sexual sensitivity
of her skin
to their touch.
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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Posted a year ago. But she has never been so aware.
Art by Paul Kelley
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Christmas Eve mass.
A time for reflection.
But for her
she was thinking of anything
but the birth of the baby Jesus.
She felt naughty
and alive
for she had been given instruction.
Her eyes danced with mischief.
Her secret
and his.
She knew he must have smiled
as he typed the words
wondering at her reaction
feeling a delicious tug
at the thought of her
doing as he had directed.
Up went her skirt
past the lace top thigh highs
dark against her pale thighs.
She tugged her black lace knickers down.
Off they came and down went the skirt
smoothed along her thighs.
Enjoying the feel of her naked skin and sex
against the skirt.
It was a first for her
and she found it a most delicious practice.
Every time she crossed her legs
every time she moved
she was aware of…
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Come see how pain can help the heart find the words to write for the blues it is singing!!
For me
pain will always remain beautiful,
an opulent display of deep human emotions
weaved to perfection
in the moment of despair
For me
pain will always bring the honest verses
layered in a symphonic perfection
for when in pain
the heart speaks raw from deep within
For me
pain is the epitome of honesty
oozing sincerity in its truest form
for when in pain
there is no charade
pulling away the shroud we wear otherwise
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Photo: unsplash.com – a Classic Royal Enfield
They set off from Nazareth
where love always hurts,
and it did because Mary was pregnant
and not yet married,
it was complicated,
as life always is,
but tongues wagged nonetheless.
The overlords were holding a census,
typical bureaucrats,
and so to Bethlehem they were headed
to be registered.
But there was no donkey,
cept on Christmas cards,
as poetic licensing can do.
No, this child to be,
of royal blood,
deserved a true steed,
so Joseph kick-started
an Enfield so Royal,
they made it to the inn by supper,
and all were in awe,
even the angels.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
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