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After love comes death
The male mounts between her fangs
Black Widow’s ciao time
Love and Let Die
love
Heat
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Roast in the oven,
In bed they’re humping like beasts;
Her mate will see red.
Tossed
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Between love and lust
Like drifting on the ocean
He’s lost without her.
Ripe Romance
On the center of the long oak dining table sits a rectangular cake with silver-tinted words that read, “60th Anniversary.” Pam runs from the kitchen to the table to put the finishing touches to the already overflowing spread. The doorbell is ringing and someone is also knocking on the front door. Her mother, Mabel, calls out, “I’ll get the door, honey. Hurry and get your father so we can quickly sing and put him back to his room.”
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Thief
He padded into her life as if he belonged there. They immediately hit it off and were dancing, singing, drinking, and eating together. Day in and day out, they were in constant contact. They became as one. They tangoed with each other’s friends, but always together. Cymbals clashed along the way. A bit discordant, but they were able to smooth it out. As they continued along, little things popped up here and there like pimples. Unpleasant but manageable until . . . Continue reading
Karina Pinella 
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