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Mirrored Reflections

I wish I could be you.
I could see in your eyes and witness me and all the feelings that flee.
Stop to think of me, so I can love.
If you were my eyes, you'd marvel in that surprise.
Can I love myself too much or want love at the touch?
I wish to be you, can't I love you?

Pause to reflect on this.

You read about me, and how you feel me.
Is self-love is a sin, or remembered as vanity, one of the many recollections of our minds?
Together I pull us, so I can be you.
Or just one of our mirrored feelings?
Breathe me in, like a roll of sweet smelling smoke.
Get higher off of me than a bird could see me, pointing from below.
The bird looks at me; the image reflecting in the glasses I have for eyes.




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Hello people,
I'm working hard on my new book.  It's dark, it's wild and has me throwing back the covers at night to write a scene. Here's a little quote from Jaxxen, who I'm sure you'll love or hate depending on your position of filthy language and putting anyone in the ground that gets in his way.

Have a great day!

What's mOi name?

Ima push you against the wall,
hear you exhale,
demand you say mOi name baby doll.

Look into my hazel eyes,
don't be afraid,
it's okay
I only want to play...

Open your mouth,
here comes my tongue,
Ima be rubbing against something long.

Circle around,
pin me down.

I will try to deny,
it's not you I want inside.

Don't break a sweat,
just get me nice and wet.

I want to win this round.
Let me pin you with your pants down.

Who's winning or losing,
does it matter when our moans are ensuing?

Say mOi name,
have no shame.

What's MY name?