Twilight's Golden Kiss
A haiku about the sunset.
Golden sun dips low,
Painting clouds with hues of pink,
Night descends so soon.
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Sonny Katongola
Lost in the labyrinth of words, I'm a storyteller who weaves tales that dance between reality and dreams. With a pen as my wand, I conjure worlds both familiar and fantastical, inviting readers to embark on extraordinary journeys
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Killing him slowly
There’s an intruder in my house again. He stumbles through the door, wet carrier bags in hand. He’s bought me offerings. I show my appreciation, letting him caress my beautiful body. He wants to touch me. I rub myself against his legs. He sighs, dropping the bags. He can’t resist touching me. Running his hand slowly down my spine, I arch my back towards his caress, let out a low purr. It’s what we both need.
By N J Delmas3 days ago in Horror
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