It seemed innocent at first.
Down right silly at times.
I didn’t care about the consequences.
Too busy being high on endorphins.
They make it seem like play time.
Like one deserved it, making the other a hero.
Two girls locked in sensuous combat.
To please the one and only me.
I think about the repercussions.
How for a moment the fantasy was real.
As I close my eyes to bring on slumber.
The images replay over and over.
These images will not cease to be.
A fight that goes on forever.
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Julian Hayden
I write for fun so I can become a better writer. My focus is the writing of dramatic stories in whatever genres interest me. My goal is to someday have a published work of fiction that can be bought at a bookstore near you. Follow the THIS.
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