Campfire Poem

Campfire Poem

Where Love Reaches the One In the dark nightof the forest,I sit nakedby the fire. Flames flicker like breath,soft, ancient,cracking open the silencebetween trees. The stars lean close.Owls do not speak,but they know. This is the templewithout walls,where shadows...
Backseat Secrets

Backseat Secrets

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The Tank Top

The Tank Top

I love slipping into my tight little tank top. There’s something about the way it holds me close, its firm embrace around my chest, that makes me feel both contained and alive. The grip is reassuring, grounding, yet it awakens a secret thrill inside me — like being...
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