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Downward he leans, trying to get a little closer to what        he really wants to see. Two inches from my cheek I feel the heat of his skin; I smell the powdered-fresh fields pulse off him and through a shared air; I feel his body edging dangerously close, killing the space between flesh and flesh. His whispered words along the helix, wisps hot breath, forcing me to turn. Our eyes locked, focused, drowning in pools with no ways to escape. He laughs, and the trance between us broken, we fall slowly back into our bodies where we belong. We began to meld into one person, who worries very little of the world around. Peace conquered the

I watch him dance as if electricity flowed through his body from wires that snaked round and round the stage His face lights up an open-mouthed grin and I sway in awe as his delicate hips wrapped securely in black skinny jeans bounced up and down with beats from a singular drum, and I scream for him to keep breathing those haunting words for me Instead, he teases and plucks the bass strings, mesmerizing me with the reverb spilling from speakers I stood beside He dances drunk and blind, deaf to my cries as I consume musical notes floating into my ears Gripping the mic, his voice sludges forward dripping down my spine slowly slid

She was running through fields of blueberries stretching beyond the horizon, running fingers along plush bushes, and sporadic berries crushed between fingers stained blue. The sun flashed between blonde locks. She stopped to watch animals float across the bright sky — slowly transforming, morphing — as the wind carried them across. Wild visions she sees. Fairies jumping from leaf to leaf, and she eye-balls them, hoping to catch frail bodies in her hands, but she feels the pull of him, slowly falling to the ground. Her peace shattering — Are you fuckin’ listening? — when his voice roared in her ears,

It's all the same. Rub me slow and fast against the tenderness of skin. Remember: I keep you warm, soak up your tears, But it's never enough. When you don't need me, you hang me On the doorknob, toss me to the ground, all because you know I will be there when you need me, longing for your wet body To seduce me again Instead, you punish me. Burying me, my soul underneath tattered clothes, forcing me to sit and stare between the holes Of my cage, catching minute glances Of your naked body when you open and close my prison. But then you give me hope when you pull me from the bottom of my prison, making me believe you're here

later, she developed a taste for consistent meals. She likes her coffee with two creams, one sugar — served with three eggs over easy, and four strawberries sliced in half and drizzled with lime. And by midday, at the country club, six ounces of pinot noir accompanies a three-ounce filet — still rare but tender and warm — and four red potatoes sliced in half and sprinkled with rosemary And when we dine in, I order for us from the same Chinese restaurant where I met her. Our orders were mixed, and she, a raving beauty, argued she wanted the number three, which I held: Vegetable lo mien, steamed rice side, and f

I heard the neighs of mustangs in the barn startle underneath the stars as my moans carried to the clouds and sky. I writhed with pleasure while listening to the rain pound against the fogged windows of our room, where I lay and watched his mouth move delicately along my thigh, rough hands and fingers digging into the soft flesh at the bend of my hip. I dreamt of him earlier while he slaved in the fields with summer’s heat beating against his cotton shirt drenched in sweat and dirt. My longing to be held by him came. He explored my body with such ferocity. His fingers and tongue found spots that made my insides clench &mdas

The water bobbed as my body pushed forcibly forward and slid backward with ease over and over again. I stopped crying for help. Accepting my fate when no one called back for me, but I kept my eyes open, searching for a light in the distance, so I knew when I could scream again. It dripped drops of rain slowly pounding against the back of my neck. I was sore from the beating. Debris surrounding me everywhere, a battle I had lost. I should have fought harder, instead I lay dead as driftwood against an ocean refusing to give even the slightest comfort. I watched the light break through the curtains and dance across paisley walls over the ho

He called me again last night. I ignored the call and instead let a 44-year-old, sweaty pervert unzip my pants, his eyes eager. I looked downward as grubby fingers edged the line of my underwear, followed by smooth, long strokes across my crotch to make me hard. My black hair, cut short with bangs, shifted in front of my eyes as I watched him lick his lips. His breathing deepened as he pulled my underwear downward, sighing as I sat erect and exposed in the tiny, pay-by-the-hour hotel room. I didn't call Trevor back when I woke up this morning or even in between classes. Instead, I went straight to work. As I opened the door to Roots, I patte

As I stare at white lace blowing in air, Slowly I sway across soft, cotton sheets Waiting for you to stop and lay me bare. Endless dreams grow and still my heart beats Oh! To be held by your strong, burly arms – To feel whispered kisses trail down below. I remember seeing you on the farms Plowing day and night, dirty skin aglow. Sweat slowly moving down each large muscle, My eyes intrigued by the summer's hard heat Staining all exposed while you bustle. We ran in meadows to play, frolic, meet. The beautiful day I love and miss most You took me away – like some bashful ghost.