Sexual Musings :: 35MM

“There is an ecstasy in cradling your body, an ethereal distance between your hollow ribcage and the pulse in my fingers. An angry thrum of desire and purpose, an ache which radiates from your eye out into my lungs, a rippling breath before the final collapse of the shutter. No matter the frame, I’ve given […]

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Sexual Musings :: Silver Silk

• A woman is allowed to feel powerful standing at a typewriter and wearing lingerie, or with a gun in her hands under the August sun, or studying by lamplight while drinking cinnamon whiskey. •A woman is allowed to feel powerful with AND/OR without a partner. •A woman is allowed to encompass any and all […]

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Sexual Musings :: Hope

“I can see you now, you know. Eyes turned toward the north, watching clouds build like dove-colored pillows across the horizon, your hands in your pockets. You have a half-smile that dimples one cheek and, from the porch, I can hear the way your breathing settles into your chest as you study the trees swaying […]

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Sexual Musings :: Calyx

“There is desire in those wild eyes, a sort of dance between lavender irises, and you’ll let yourself be fooled into thinking it’s for you…But it’s for the foggy mornings and muggy nights. A hunger for young blossoms and whipping leaves, the low whine of water over rock, and stars kissing her skin.” ©️ Pearl […]

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Headwaters

I woke to apricot skies with cornflower edges- his arm pitched across the bare plain of my stomach. Somewhere between the inky fringe of moonlit hours and the feeding of a dawn wildfire, shadows like Lichtenberg scars in wood grain had feathered across the sheets. I can’t remember why I stopped looking him in the […]

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Sexual Musings :: Chainmail

There is something stirring within you, awakening at the changing fragrance of the wind; a subtle shift in your heart, a trembling purpose awaiting your arrival. And I know you’re afraid. Above you are lightning strikes like glass castles in the sky. Below you are trembling roots, moaning hollow melodies. Your skin is violin strings, […]

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NaNoWriMo :: Day 23

Sandpaper ripped gritty at Dettie’s eyelids when she came to; icy wind tracing her skin like the Reaper’s caress and dirt hard under her bare feet. Her dancing dress, once rippling silk skirts, lay torn against her thighs and hanging limp in the night – a surrender flag the color of ripe moss. Her mother’s […]

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