Tag Archives: 2016
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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870 [04 September 2016]
I want something real, something tangible, something flawed. I want mornings where the sun rises too soon, curled in your warm embrace. I want evenings touched with passion. I want arguments and annoyances, I want moments where nothing seems to … Continue reading
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869 A Life (Unlived?) [28 July 2016]
Oh destiny, I was waiting so quiet and with so much patience that you must have walked right by me. For I have been sitting on this bench the entirety of my existence. Silent and polite, desperate and longing, counting … Continue reading
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876 [26 October 2016]
Oh to awaken to love’s languid warmth to feel the loose-limbed fervor turn from lust’s passionate fire to the comforting embrace of a deeper affection smoldering, the afterglow dampened just enough like embers in a hearth to bring the safe … Continue reading
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Song in the Silence 