Sinful crimes.

The muse of a mind of chaotic prose

If I could stop time we could pause and show.

We could speak with our tongues the language of lust

the desire to explore and to watch is a must.

If I could wield the sands in the hour glass

that make my hours pass so fast

I could stop them on a level ground

whilst your fingers touch the pearl that was found.

I could tinkle with space and create a new land

where everything happened with the touch of your hand.

Oh muse if I could stop the ticking of life’s eternal time

we could pause and commit such sinful crimes.

Karen Hayward (copyright) 2015.

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Welcome to my blog! Here you will find different forms of creative writing, lots of swearing, erotic poetry, random thoughts, beautiful imagery, but most of all you will find a version of truth. My truth, this is the way that I see the world. However, all of my work is a form of creative writing, a combination of truth and fiction. I write to express my creativity, not my needs!

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