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Category: Flowers & Beasts
Michelle Augello… Dark poet erotic writer..
Michelle Augello, writes creative fiction, erotica and is also an editor for Siren. For those of you that want to publish edgier work go have a look at what Siren does. Her blog is here https://michelleaugellopage.wordpress.com/ Michelle has some works available …
Flowers and Beasts
On the Inside There is a forest in my heart Which beats with a life full of wild beasts. The ventricles thud and thump, releasing the roar of their blood through my body. I’m charged, helpless. Thoughts, steps, actions all …
Pocket of Love
There is a pocket of love in the air above an open flower. It reaches out with invisible fingers and draws us in. The kiss is so soft, so tender it is experienced only as the heady scent of its …
My secret passengers
It’s the too long silences which give me away. Inside the beasts jostle shoulder to shoulder to gaze through my eyes. Inadvertently they scratch and claw at my ribs, hold onto the arched bone as they lean forward. I raise …
Flowers & Beasts
On the Inside There is a forest in my heart Which beats with a life full of wild beasts. The ventricles thud and thump, releasing the roar of their blood through my body. I’m charged, helpless. Thoughts, steps, actions all stutter, …
Pocket of Love
There is a pocket of love in the air above an open flower. It reaches out with invisible fingers and draws us in. The kiss is so soft, so tender it is experienced only as the heady scent of its …
The heart wants what it wants
It doesn’t matter how wise your decisions are. The heart wants what it wants. It wants in ways we can spend a lifetime trying to work out. It’s a beast with a gentle heart and a flower with razor …
Heart Eaters
Flowers eat don’t they? I have seen their teeth…briefly. That’s the sign of a carnivore, isn’t it? I mean do herbivores have sharp teeth? Flowers don’t eat just anything, they are like the warriors way back when who ate the …
Pocket of Love
There is a pocket of love in the air above an open flower. It reaches out with invisible fingers and draws us in. The kiss is so soft, so tender it is experienced only as the heady scent of its …