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			<title>Master's Dinner Party</title>
			<description>Short story about an Erotic Dinner Party</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dreampoet32/1159136/</link>
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			<title>Thoughts of You (Adult)</title>
			<description>Laying in bed trying to sleep, but&amp;nbsp;thoughts of you buried deep insideme keep me awakemy hands travel over my breasts&amp;nbsp;going lower my fingers slip between&amp;nbsp;my thighs to relieve the throbbing achespreading my legs open to feel the wetnessthat has seeped out arching my back I moanpushing o..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dreampoet32/1065169/</link>
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			<title>Blade</title>
			<description>The shiny edge of the blade had her mesmerizedshe just couldn't put it downshe was all dressed in white that day shehad loved that wedding gownshe licked her lips each time the bladecaught the light from the sunshe used the blade to slice her wristshe loved watching the dark blood runshe lay there w..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dreampoet32/1063081/</link>
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			<title>Grown</title>
			<description>I am a grown woman, yet I am treated&amp;nbsp;like a child,being punished everydayI feel like I am in a police station, interrogatedlike a criminal thats being put awayalways in the wrong there is nothingI can do rightI am lost and worthless never again tofeel the same try as I mightno opinions no feeli..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dreampoet32/1063009/</link>
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			<title>Afraid</title>
			<description>My nanny's funeral was the saddest day in my life ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dreampoet32/1062744/</link>
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			<title>Mama's Hands</title>
			<description>Once her hands were young and able to do anythingthey touchednow I am older and have my own family I reallymiss her hands so muchas the years sped by from childhood tomy teenage yearssuffering heartbreaks and pain,those gentlehands always wiped away my tearsnow an adult raising my own children andbe..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dreampoet32/1062729/</link>
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			<title>Caught</title>
			<description>Got off early, caught you in your chairI stood there mesmerized your head backeyes closed you didn't know I was thereyour eyes open seeing me you didn't stopstripped off my shirt knelt between yourlegs unhooked my bra your eyes droppedwatching you jack your hard c**k in slowlong strokes licking my l..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dreampoet32/1062679/</link>
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			<title>Tears</title>
			<description>Can't stop the tears as theyspill from my eyesCan't stop the sharp pain piercingmy heart, I feel like I might diewhy did you leave me alone?when you went to that better place?I wanted to go with you, but youwent somewhere I could not chasenow I sit here wishing you was next&amp;nbsp;to me to ease this p..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dreampoet32/1062669/</link>
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			<title>Addicted</title>
			<description>Being addicted</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dreampoet32/1062665/</link>
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			<title>The Last Tear</title>
			<description>Is love about heartache and pain?lately my tears fall like rainIs love about name calling and&amp;nbsp;embarrassment?I do the best I can honestlyhe doesn'tIs love about arguing and fighting everyday?he doesn't know how far he's pushed me awayIs love about backstabbing and putting each other down?if so i..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dreampoet32/1062610/</link>
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			<title>Bullying</title>
			<description>By Faith Roberts my 11 yr old daughter</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dreampoet32/1062603/</link>
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			<title>Pull my Hair</title>
			<description>This was another erotic poem i wrote for a contest</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dreampoet32/1062386/</link>
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			<title>Bad Boy</title>
			<description>This is my very first try writing an erotic poem i had entered a contest on a different site</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dreampoet32/1062290/</link>
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