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Once upon a time, there lived a little girl. More than anything in the whole wide world, this little girl wanted to be loved. She searched many, many foreign places for love. She kissed many toads for love. She loved and she loved and she loved. The more she loved, the harder it became. Her tiny little heart was fading. Layers and layers of molten skin were binding her. Finally, the little girl exploded. She began lashing out at everything and everyone in sight. Bolts of lightning were striking all she touched and did not touch. She began to spin out of control. As she spun, rings and rings were spinning off of her painting the earth. Many colors began flying throughout the air. Suddenly, she was naked. She looked into the water and there, she found her love. Now, to find the prince…

Monday, January 10, 2011

Stroke of the Breasts

The stroke of the breasts
the clutch of a hand
chills embracing
with the snow tracing
whiteness surrounds
The stroke of the breasts
the clutch of a hand
ice melts
evaporating
darkness
into
light
beaming
glowing
abound
The stroke of the breasts
the clutch of a hand
love fulfilling
all it can stand
The stroke of the breasts
the clutch of a hand
catering
to nature's own
man
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