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      ------------------------------------ There was a large painting of Evel Knievel shaking hands with Richard Nixon. It hung in the Mayors office. Late one evening after everyone went home. I took it down to the lab. I zoomed in on Evel’s left eye a 100x and enhanced it. It was an address. I went to the address. It was a modest, 1970’s style, split level ranch home in the suburbs.

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          • June 28, 2012 2:35 am
            …to pull you over the desk and bind you with my hungersliding my hands up the back of your legsslowly sneaking my way insideletting my fingers reach in and unwind youa gleaming labyrinth of pleasuredrowning in the reflectionof flushed hot breath shuddering and whisperingbegging to come undonetorn open in front of everyoneyou are the ever radiant sunshining sighing singing deep into the darkness



            …to pull you over the desk and bind you with my hunger
            sliding my hands up the back of your legs
            slowly sneaking my way inside
            letting my fingers reach in and unwind you

            a gleaming labyrinth of pleasure
            drowning in the reflection
            of flushed hot breath

            shuddering and whispering
            begging to come undone
            torn open in front of everyone
            you are the ever radiant sun
            shining

            sighing

            singing

            deep into the darkness

            54 notes Filed under:  my writing group assignment this month is eroticism, rolls eyes, prose, poetry,.
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            7. said: 50 Shades of Jade, the bestselling nonsense erotica, now on sale!
            8. said: OMG I hope my writing group doesn’t go there. I’m the youngest at 48 … they are mainly in their 60’s. Too scary. Shock value could end up as a heart attack. lol
            9. said: Jade, this is absolutely beautiful. My favorite so far.
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