I was dreaming about
Another man
Wasn’t I, last night?
You liked hearing me moan for him,
Didn’t you…
At first I wondered
What do his kisses taste like?
How rough was his touch.
The weight of him on me
Grabbed at my breath,
With you
Still listening
Intently,
Careful.
Trying
Not to miss,
Even
The smallest,
Sound.
F.
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Very nice.
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Thanks a lot! 🙂
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You’re very welcome
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Grasping readers .. … very nice
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Thank you so much! ❤
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Very nice. I like this.
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Thanks Andrew! I’m so pleased you like it 🙂
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When allowed, your mind will create reality. Maybe not, but it is a delight to read your thoughts.
Wonderful
John.
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Thoughts create our reality, there is priceless power in what we allow to go on in our mind. Your comments get me thinking John, I very much look forward to reading them 🙂
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Very welcome xoxo
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I like this very much. This piece leaves a lingering impression. A very enjoyable read!
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So glad you enjoyed it, your comment made me smile! Thank you for reading 🙂
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Very interesting. Gripping and desirous 🌸
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Thank you for your kind and thoughtful comment! ❤
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My pleasure always ❤️
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wow!! love this!!
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Your positivity is very much appreciated! Thank you for visiting 🙂
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