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This isn't exactly erotic writing... much of my fantasies lately have just been blips... passing by just long enough to get me off, and not much remembered. I suddenly came across a poem that I wrote when I was on antidepressants, and it as interesting enough. It has some erotic ideology. So here 'tis.
Autumn Air It's fall again and I'm falling again I always go a little crazy with the seasons think that crisp air does something to me nobody asks me ever as much as they ask me in the fall and winter “Are you high?”
If I am then my amphetamine is autumn air. Or pomegranates god I love those things sometimes the craziness is negative sometimes it's a tenseness that makes me cry crying is my only release of that mysterious tension
Sometimes the craziness is inspiring I get out and start projects that reminds me I want to cover naked girls in wet autumn leaves and take pictures of them as faeries as mermaids
Yeah scaly coral and golden colored tails all the way up their legs right where their asses start because mermaids had to have had asses for god's sake
That would be beautiful I must do it on thanks giving weekend the leaves will be perfect then.
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Fantasy Info:Location: In the forest | Roleplay: Other
Fulfillment: I will tell you later | Nature: Spiritual ![]() ![]() | |||||||||||||||||||||||||
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