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You pulse below me
underneath my fingertips
and inside me
while I rid(e)
my fears and worries
grind them all to dust
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Amber Allehoff
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A Dart at Dusk
Seconds ago, the sullen sun set on the two of us… my exuberant furry companion and me. A fresh breeze embraces us, delivering welcome relief from the day’s oppressive heat. His typical stumbling and staggering along — apace with a sloth — has turned into trip-trapping, high-stepping, almost skipping along.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶a day ago in Petlife
Comments (4)
Oooo love this. Nice writing
This was perfect it's means a lot to me ice work
Oooo, this was intimate and sensual. Well done!
Excellent ♦️♦️♦️♦️