I’m learning to hate the distance between us
Seconds feel like hours and hours feel like days
A moment without your sensual haze
Is like an eternity living among Satan’s dust.
My essence patiently waits for times play
for your essence to quench my lust.
Karen Hayward ©2017
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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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