Lucifer was cast out of heaven; I was cast out of hell The perfect balance between Good and Evil truly rebelled And as he fell for the beautiful Belle, The Beast could illustrate with kisses, visions Words can’t describe Yet it’s written on your skin in invisible ink, I Fell
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One of the best things in the world is
kissing the person you love
just as they are waking up.
It’s a hell of a thing to know
that once you have to move,
you can never come back again.
This morning I woke up to the news that Maya Angelou had died. She was an amazing human and an incredible writer, so I wanted to go back and read my favorite poem of hers, “Still I Rise”. When I googled it, the piece came up on Poem Hunter, so
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The very lovely ladies at Sex+Design Magazine asked me to take part in the very first Red Light Lit: Erotic tales told by folks you wouldn’t kick out of bed. I’m honored and excited to read a few poems from the book of poetry I’ve been (very slowly) working on for
Me: I think I’m actually going to post about being romantic. She: Now that’s something I’d like to read… People love to fit things, especially other people, into boxes. It makes sense. We understand the world through contrast and binary. If something’s not good, it’s: ______. If something’s not hot,