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Admittedly, this is a psedo account & I have another on deviantART. Where I write non-erotic prose & poetry.
I bet you do not know who I am.
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Three, two, one. "Fall in my arms now," He said to her in a smooth, masculine voice. "I'll catch you."Three, two, one. by ~philalexanderos
Such a proclamation. It was his way of asking her to be his, he was such a romantic.
Five hours passed she wanted him. Outside the school, on the field, in the bleachers - what a cliche. Two lips meet, one with furious animosity, the other with fragile tenderness. Heat passing through both bodies, a fevered passions sets between them. The urge to undress overcomes all and soon they're pressed tightly against each other, skin on skin.
She ruffles his chocolate brown hair, soon after leaving her hand to trail down his tan, sculpted back. He was taller,
the duality of love love is a duel, he says.the duality of love by ~za-zen
stand before the mirror
Athena and Aphrodite vie, who shall prevail?
when Thoth confronts Isis and all hangs in the balance
victor, take charge.
love is a duel, he despairs
unrequited
love is a duel, he weeps.
when a mother looks into the eyes of her child, knowing they have done unspeakable wrong- and yet she loves.
when an Israelite looks across the Jordan- and loves.
when a widow finds joy in the arms of another, but touches her wedding ring- and loves.
love is a duel, he whispers.
as another daughter is torn
between family and physicality
between shame an
siobhan iii Without opening her eyes, she knew it was morning. Soft light glowed behind her eyelids and the usual chorus of birds outside her window was in full concert. She nestled deeper into the pillow, enjoying the languid caress on her hair and the brush of lips on her throat.siobhan iii by ~za-zen
She jerked, wide awake.
“Morning sunshine,” came the lazy voice behind her. “Aren’t you the cuddly one?”
Her senses returned in full, and she realised she was stretched out full length next to a warm body that had one leg over hers and a bare chest pressed against her back. Her hand was intimately placed on a hip, her body curved to fit snu
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i am za-zen
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i am za-zen
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i am za-zen
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i am za-zen
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there's a fine line between genius and insanity. I am right on the edge, in insanity, staring at geniusland.
"Better to be a pirate than to join the navy" -Steve Jobs
"Time spent wasted is not wasted time."
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After awhile you learn the difference between holding hands and falling in love. <3