Susan M. Conway: Love is a map.

Love is a map. Hands above her head, her body pressed hard against our bedroom wall. I trace her peaks and valleys with my tongue. I know her roads by heart. They all lead home. Susan M. Conway #100DayPrompt #TGP100DayChallenge #TheGingerPost

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Anne Arkee: My heart is a choir of FUCK YES

You take my hand and guide me there Ready to be devoured Thunder in my ears, licking my lips My heart is a choir of fuck yes

Susan M. Conway: My heart is a choir of FUCK YES

Another lifetime perhaps, my God, I can be found at the holy pulpit of your feet, my heart, a choir of FUCK YES.

The Bedlam Papers: My heart is a choir of FUCK YES

My heart is a choir of "Fuck Yes" Oh, Hello It's been so long since seeing anything so good Such beauty should be a crime Passing silage better than pure oxygen, so high A smile like that could raise the dead ... and perhaps it did Come closer so to feel that whisper and I… Continue reading The Bedlam Papers: My heart is a choir of FUCK YES

Deanna L. Raymond: My Heart is a choir of FUCK YES

Over the edge Hannging onto control By a thread Dangling over that sweet Dark chasm Release With a snarly animal grin Back arched and falling And my heart is a choir of 'Fuck yes' Hammering in time With yours. -DR https://www.facebook.com/DarkerRooms-1854246928205970/ #TheGingerPost #100DayPrompt #TGP100DayChallenge

Anne Arkee: Everytime I am forgiven.

Boundary pusher, chaos rider With eyes opened wider Hellfire in my bones

Susan M. Conway: Everytime I am Forgiven

Everytime I am forgiven Connections form, every time I am forgiven. Moreover, every time I forgive myself, the fissures in my heart suckle themselves back together; closed wounds, and an open, open heart, instead of the other way around now. Moreover, every time I forgive myself, the fissures in my heart suckle themselves back together;… Continue reading Susan M. Conway: Everytime I am Forgiven