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I write erotica to return myself to center. The word has fed me, clothed me, and kept the wolves away from my door for more that 30 years. I have seen life's ugliness. The gellatinous remains of some poor crackhead who's battered body was quietly dumped off of an isolated bridge in the middle of the night by people with a low tolerance for okie-doke or that yang. The charred carcass of a commercial airliner crumpled on the tarmac of an airport on a hot summer's day with the scent of aviation fuel still hanging thickly in the air. The soldier from a war the nation chooses to forget reduced to begging in the streets and scrounging through garbage for putrid food and damp cigarettes. I have heard the screams of anguished victims screaming from the ruins of a building blown to rubble as a social statement, and seen bloody babies pulled out among the bewildered victims What I write here lets me climb back toward beauty, its gentle images filtered through the soft light of a setting sun, or caught against the backdrop of a moon so close it might be touched. I like to try and help the reader feel special, and if in my words they find themselves feeling the least bit more desirable, then they too are desired. The reasons whyI write what I do when the bills are paid, and the mind is downshifting to a less frenetic me It all boils down to four very simple words I enjoy being enjoyed | |||||||||||||||||||||||
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| I often remember the past and smile | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Old Songs Make me think of old songs sweet lyrics from forgotten years infused with meanings of today Stylistics and the Dells with words that make me want to hold you every bit as close Long-held notes sung sweetly as a slow drag dance is shared inside my mind Words of want and deep desire that sent us both home aching for forbidden closeness Dennis Edwards Teddy P Jackie Wilson Marvin Gaye their voices making wild passions rise Music that revives desire bringing back the feelings of new love with all its freshness Moments Chi-Lites and Blue Magic there to make you want to do it for the first time Those warm and breathless feelings we recalled from just before the basement light went on your new face linked to old songs brings out all those urges without innocence in you or me | |||||||||||||||||||||||
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| and when I think of beauty it touches me | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Touch You remember what the touch was like the fingers that explored you long ago They surprised you as you felt aroused An awkward hand on bra-clad breasts that worked its way onto your lap and stopped One finger slowly teasing your once forbidden spot The word no and a feeble push against a wrist and silence in a darkened basement old songs and memories your virginity intact �
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