filled up with goodness
When my body is filled with endorphins and sweat is rolling down my back, there’s no room for anything but
“Fuck, yeah!”
“That’s right.”
“YES!”
and other bits of goodness.
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an offering
No, sir, I am not interested in taking your survey. I am interested in taking my time. No, sir, I have no need to “get rich quick” unless it somehow comes through honey dripping slowing on my tongue and down my chin. No, sir, I have no desire to ACT NOW! For I am listening…
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My wrists and your fingertips. Words measured with care Splay me wide open. I’m yours.
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I hear songbirds and the last, dying breaths of the cicadas.
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