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    This is the day

    This is the day, my life will surely change This is the day, when things fall into place Just like that rainy Thursday morning in 2013 as I drove to kneel for the first time before anyone other than God, what happens today will change my life again. I feel it as my heart bounds with excitement and my grin threatens to dazzle all who see it. When you know, you know, and I always have. I didn’t know if the universe shared the same view although I would have found it hard to believe it didn’t since it felt right even through the hardest of times and even though…

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    I want you

    I want you to find me so beautiful that your breath catches in your throat when you look at me. That all your carefully laid plans fly out of your head at the sight of me and you feel you must have me, there and then. That all thoughts of making me wait are superseded by your throbbing need. That your belt, with which you had intended to mark me, becomes a mere impediment to the fulfilment of your desire. That my breath, tremulous and halting, is the only sound in the room. That when you see my eyes, lightened with arousal, pupils large with lust and need, you only…

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    Cheat

    I have been writing this post in my head for a long time, years in fact.  And yet, when it comes to the point I still can’t quite put my finger on what it is I want to say.  The urge to write it comes upon me when I receive a comment about my kindness, my niceness, my obvious goodness that makes me uncomfortable.  “What if,” the voice in my head says, “what if they knew you were a cheat?” Another part of me will then step forward, protesting a little too loudly, too vociferously for my internal task master, but she says, “No it wasn’t like that, no that isn’t…

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    Home revisited #1

    The title says it all, I am revisiting my home pieces which can be found somewhere on this site, good luck to you if you go looking, I can’t find them at all.  That is such a perfect metaphor.  I know they are here, somewhere.  They were heartfelt and important at the time of writing but what is much more important to me now is the now.  This now.  Me. At the table, writing as I Iisten to the transmission of Kate Bush’s Ninth Wave.  I am bathing in the sounds.  I am squinting at the screen.  I am wondering if my hair, newly washed today, will carry the scent…