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Stretched on the Horns

He sat beside the Woman he loved inhaling her essence savoring the melodic timbre of her laughter enrapt in adoration of her iconic profile aware she had him tied and bowed and neatly filed in the Friend cubbyhole and wondered … Continue reading

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Wolfpack

I tell myself, If I were Eighteen again I would Tear. That. Shit. Up. Though, actually, I probably Would just Stand and stare And kick myself When Alpha Dogs Honed in on Each sweet-young-thing. Just like I did The first … Continue reading

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