Morning frost kisses my skin.

Darkness, half a moon slowly descends the sky

as early morn prepares to kiss the stars goodnight.

Coldness, Jack has been spreading love sparingly

a far cry from my dreams of you touching me daringly.

Tired, my body yearns for touch,

my fingers ache for your skin

my spirit screams for passion

and desire deep within.

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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