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In the buff

i like you best when you’re sleeping, peaceful, quiet, responsive to the slightest breath on your cheek, unlined, smooth, fingers curled into tight little fists, your back curved away from me, baby-ish plump feet close together like fresh, soft petals … Continue reading

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Violent Morning

There! He slapped another bucketful of water on me. It was eight in the morning and the street had come alive, abuzz. Had he no sense of┬ápropriety, making a dripping wet spectacle of me, on a public road? Yellow cabs … Continue reading

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