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4th Avenue
4th Avenue
Excuse me
but my name is Emma Fair
I'll stay for some time, if you would allow me to share
My breasts ache, my thighs burn
and itch from the passage of no return
Poke, stir, I do not speak
I am the Mistress beneath the orchard sheets
I am the goddess of midnight feasts
I am the climax, the road to explore
a rag, a cloth, to be thrown on the floor
I ache with the yearning of the hand on my thigh
'the Mr. Wednesdays and Goodbyes'
the C'est la Vies and replies'
of adulation and disgust
I feel as if it is a must
to remove my outer shell and allow
for utter hell
the mirror breaks my fall
at dawn
with lipstick smeared
and hair tousled
something not otherwise specified
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| intense, sexual writing. i loved it. great write here. |
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You visuals and lines are very origional. You have some lines over all that really stand out as origional.
Though i have to question how old you are, you appear to be 14 and this is a subject matter i would hope some one that age wouldn't be intrested in. |
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| very visual, very sensual. good work. |
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I love the irony of this woman - a mixture of adulation and disgust.
I also like the Orchard sheets.
Good work,
Gary |
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Comment by: Idainne - 2005-12-12 13:01
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Very, very well written.
Grr xXx |
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