hearts and noses

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the snow is cold and fresh, lets go out on the downs and make love, I really want to make love outdoors, please…

I knew the pull of making love in freshly fallen snow.

But not with him. We weren’t even friends, let alone lovers. Once I would have considered that all part of the fun.  I’d learned the hard way that strangers with a sense of vitality, of living life to the full, seemed to come in a package that perversely included a need to possess, control.  To own you in a way that breaks legal and moral boundaries, that breaks skin, bone, hearts and noses.  I’m more cautious now.

Masturbate or find another partner, I’m not interested

hearts and noses
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2 bits of lovely banter on “hearts and noses”

  1. Happy Frog and I writes:

    The last couple of posts have been a new departure. Enjoying your creative writing and looking forward to more.

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    wendy writes

    always a source of encouragement and never superficial – thank you Happy frog’s friend

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