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		<description>The original writings of author Grey</description>
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			<title>Dominant</title>
			<description>Fantasy without reality.  Move along, nothing more to know.  haha</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GRY/1304584/</link>
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			<title>uncensored </title>
			<description>Sometimes I get hungry for lovers I&amp;rsquo;dlike to know.For lovers,I&amp;rsquo;d like to show the seductions ofpleasure and all the treasures I could give as I touch plateaus of eagernessand defiant boundaries I would transgress.If only I could invad..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GRY/1244206/</link>
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			<title>Alive</title>
			<description>Open passions gateto shake the earthto move the soulson the edge of eternityand dream in purplelust and red fashion.Where waking sleeping tigersquench dry wellsthat lust to be wet.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GRY/1213188/</link>
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			<title>Illusion</title>
			<description>The rush of silk against skin like hidden passions sin.&amp;nbsp; Takes us to another placebeyond time and space,where we can be more.&amp;nbsp; Latent fire burns andlust churns in all of us.&amp;nbsp; In forbidden dreamsand secret placeswhere real is what it only seems.&amp;nbsp; </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GRY/1213185/</link>
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			<title>Come</title>
			<description>a little trite but fun.  haha</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GRY/1212714/</link>
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			<title>Me</title>
			<description>Iam everyone and I am no one&amp;nbsp; Iam everything you have desired.You&amp;rsquo;veknown me in your dreams,heldme in your heartandhidden me in your secrets.Yousee me on the streets of the marketAndwonder.&amp;nbsp;Yes,it is possib..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GRY/1112955/</link>
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			<title>desire</title>
			<description>Seeing your photograph, I meltedlike a whisper upon your tenderness.&amp;nbsp;I see the composition of a lover,with curves of desire, eyes of fireand flesh to etch poems uponwith lips known to inspire.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GRY/1111115/</link>
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			<title>Pearls of Memories</title>
			<description>Oh your sweetness I rememberThe things we spoke of that late DecemberWe shared our hearts deep and trueby the end, each other we knewSo call me sad when I learnedyour paper heart you would burnSo easily the ashes you blew awayI thought, my friend, lasting you'd stay</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GRY/1072151/</link>
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			<title>Chemistry</title>
			<description>Beakers of surpriseElements of you and IMixture Reaction!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GRY/1071964/</link>
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			<title>Tempered</title>
			<description>On the razor's edge balances a momentof choice and consequencewith little significant relevance. Fear is disconnected from action, where reaction can pushus to perfection and further.Where all the brass that makes us upis tested and tampered into more and survival is accomplished on pure instinct.&amp;n..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GRY/1067930/</link>
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			<title>Simple</title>
			<description>Simple plays out in orderly formIn formal protocol to createAn order with nothing tattered or torn</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GRY/1065475/</link>
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			<title>Infinite</title>
			<description>What is the proximate direction of circular?It's where your reflection only confusesand where strong is too strongand safe is for cowards.You've marked&amp;nbsp; out your parametersand defined the rules of engagementbut all that results is a stalemate.So this is just a big catch 22between me and you. I ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GRY/1061721/</link>
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			<title>Instinct</title>
			<description>I look across the roomat you.Attraction is peculiar, feelings are surface andinstincts run a deeper course.When I decide to engageand suggest what I'm thinking.Do you wonder?Maybe a subtle hooktouching upon compulsionsyou would deny. &amp;nbsp; and In the end you will thinkit's me that complied.&amp;nbsp; </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GRY/1061696/</link>
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			<title>Just</title>
			<description>Deep into the impenetrable placescreated by poetsand lost to timewhere we canloose ourselves todreamsand heartfeltdesire.Whereyesterday always is and tomorrow never comes.&amp;nbsp; Show me your heartand I will show you a soulworthy of trust.&amp;nbsp; </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GRY/1061686/</link>
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			<title>Possibilities</title>
			<description>This poem is meant to be a tantric experience and is meant to be read at a slow pace.  

I have had this sitting around for a while and decided to publish what I have.  I will change it and add to it.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GRY/1028457/</link>
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			<title>Words</title>
			<description>This is something I am trying.  I will start with one word and build and change. So be warned this will change.  </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GRY/1023643/</link>
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			<title>curious</title>
			<description>Iwould like to know the depth of your passion and Your definition of eroticWhere does your curiosity take youin the heat of the nightI want to know everythingI want you to sweatand squirm in you seatTest my fireCome feel my heat</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GRY/1023639/</link>
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			<title>Here</title>
			<description>The freedom to unleash the beastCome to my table, come to the feastExplore and implore playful blissShare with me your thoughts and secretsThe mystery of you and your dark abyss. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GRY/1023624/</link>
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