http://slow.writerscafe.org/euryeka The original writings of author Mackenzie en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775541334 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Your elbows bend and tense up as you hold yourself over me. You search for a place where your lips will make me tingle, and you succeed. Kissing just below my belly button. You hesitate to drift further down, but I push you there. And on the dimmly lit living room floor you call your bed, I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/euryeka/277316/ I'm sick of staring love in the face and NEVER getting what I deserveI'm fed-up with watching everyone around me get so lost in themselves that they forget I'm a real person. 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