My obsidian soul
My hidden places
And murky corners
All within
Dark and needy
Loud and greedy
A taste for sin
In those corners
Opaque and bleak
He can see
The light within
Despite the sin
Taking all of me
As I am
Without fear
Without shame
He knows my heart
He knows my name
As do I…
I am his
He is mine
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The website of author Emmanuelle de Maupassant
drink and smoke and fuck
Mixing the spit of my soul with the dirt on my hands, flooding muddy words grow.
Thoughts on an ever-evolving life
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a day is a lot of stories. . .
Erotica and other work of love, lust and matters of the heart
“Love recognizes no barriers. It jumps hurdles, leaps fences, penetrates walls to arrive at its destination full of hope.” — Maya Angelou
Life is just a story. And I've got a pen.
Random views and musings with a sprinkling of idiocy
No one should see the Chink in your Armour,that does not mean you don't have any!
Creating worlds in word and art and exploring the universe in which we exist.
