Monthly Archives: December 2017

887 [07 January 2017]

So young was I then, so naïve, so desperate to believe that there was some place I could belong. It took a decade or more for the truth to gut me on the floor, slowly and jaggedly, looking up at … Continue reading

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886 Intimacy [23 December 2016]

Whole I may be even as single as I am, there are many times throughout the course of a day that I muse upon the experience of knowing someone else’s habits nearly as well as your own. How they like … Continue reading

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885 True Bondage [23 December 2016]

Your hand across my neck is like a brand upon my hip. The collar I wear a physical manifestation of our bond. The chains you hold, the welts on my buttocks, like the whip you wield, to the rope that … Continue reading

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883 [20 December 2016]

Is it you that this feeling grows for, or is it the idea of you? Does the affection flowing through me occur for the blood and flesh version of you? Or does it course through my veins based on the … Continue reading

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882 [20 December 2016]

There are days I wish I could be someone, anyone, else. If only so you would look at me to see someone you would want in your part of the world. That wish lies at odds with my goals, to … Continue reading

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881 [18 December 2016]

If I could give you all of me, I would try. If you would accept all of me, I would fall. © Johanna Kaye Fugitt 2017

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880 [18 December 2016]

Life is more every day, awakening to the slow breathing of a lover standing on the precipice of a choice that step forward when all you want is to stop. © Johanna Kaye Fugitt 2017

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878 [29 October 2016]

It is easy to see why some think that the cliffs and valleys of Montana are of a creation purely divine. The striated walls lit by the light of a flame-reflected setting sun, appear as if colored by a stained-glass … Continue reading

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877 [26 October 2016]

Oh to have him. Oh to have the touch of something many take for granted. To touch someone and know that your touch was welcomed. To feel skin against skin, innocent sleep movements to comfort rather than arousal. What would … Continue reading

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874 [17 October 2016]

it is a strange heaven, this paradise mundane souls endlessly seeking that next phenom be it electronic or celebrity. or is this the hell they speak of, the veritable hill of Sisyphus it is a strange paradise, this heaven mundane … Continue reading

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