Epiphanies

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic


Lack of sexual gratification and sexual desires made me write this piece.

Submitted: February 21, 2018

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Submitted: February 21, 2018

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My body is corpse of rotten flowers –my soul an angst ridden Sisyphus—Where’s warmth of a woman gone? When can I smell sweet Jasmine on your hair? When can I caress your hair with trembling fingers—your lips are sweet wine—When can I immerse on them—I long to plant loving kisses on you—When can I kiss the vermillion on your forehead, the sign that you have a husband. Adultery is the passion of poetry.  When can I fondle your mounts of Venus, suckle your nipples like a child. I am fond of lesbian voyeuristic sex. How playful are they when they fondle their erotic breasts…How adorable are they when they sodomize themselves with their tongues…oh how I love to hear them moan in ecstasy. 


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