...seeing as Dylan had escaped her mind as soon as Shade's full breasts caught her attention. How was anyone supposed to maintain their cool and composure in the presence of Shade anyway? She nervously wondered as she observed her from the corner of her eye, towering above her like an Amazon warrior. How was anyone really supposed to measure up to her?
You just might become it
You
Everything natural either dies, Or survives the motions.
Between the pulsations of her heart, Mumbi perceived in a clear wave, 'Open your eyes Emm, can't you see? A man is defined by how he takes care of himself, how he carries himself. If he doesn't love and respect himself , how can he ever respect you?'
And looking back to all the emptiness
I cognize I wanted you more.
But not anymore.
See, I refuse to lead a bitter life,
Frozen in the ugliness of a burning home,
Haunted by the sight of a broken home,
Trapped in the wreckage of two broken hearts.
Broken as we are we'll last through this
Because darling we ride or die
And we will wear our scars
Someday turn them into stars
When it gets too dark they’ll light our path
I believed in my dream and in myself.
For the most part, whenever I was in that creative zone, in my element, I ceased being just the weird girl in the corner and I morphed into something more, something weirder – a goddess.
Writing about sex and getting paid to do it
Where the lines of fantasy and reality blur…
Purely curvy & delightfully voluptuous
Conjured by Sarah Doughty
Musings of an alcoholic writer
Inside the Muse's Purse 