I walk in the dark,
Through the symphony of crickets,
Searching for memories of you.
I knew you before our lips touched;
Confirmation of a soul’s desire.
Destiny’s lies come true.
I can’t see you now,
In my mind’s third eye,
Nor my skull’s two.
Tears fall down
Like snow in summer;
Rare and cold.
The crickets play on
Their song for neither me nor you
As fireflies dance in moonlight.
A Taste of Stew Erotic Stories Collection
A collection of short erotic stories including all 3 of the pandemic stories; previously released separately. 7 stories in all with a wide variety of fun, well written stories to enjoy with a high spice content.
Stories ranging from a heated argument between a mom and dad that turns steamy to an interplanetary smuggler getting frisky behind a hotel desk. Hot, entertaining and erotic.
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I like so many of your lines here, and particularly this:
Their song for neither me nor you
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