http://slow.writerscafe.org/JMariah The original writings of author JMariah en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776062738 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15  I imagine you here, cupping my breasts i n   s l o w   h a n d s, eyeing them gingerly as when a boy plucks his neighbour’s melons. They bud for you;  you salivate and press yourself against my naked flesh, mouth    &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JMariah/270664/ I'm like one of the psychedelic tubesof play doughoozingthrough the holes in a gridwhenever he forces down the handleof his press,before he recklessly cuts awaythe bits he wants to keep. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JMariah/270636/ trapped in a man's ulterior motives http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JMariah/270629/ You no longer think of me,as you grow more comfortablewith the smile you put on in conversations,saying I love you in all the appropriate places,and playing the dutiful husbandwith her on your arm.But I imagine you still fall asleepwith goodbye welling in your eyesand my name sailing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JMariah/170198/  In all the worldI’ve never known a sweeter touch than this:  the hot press of my lover’s lips and mine locked in a kiss. Though hands may stir my panting flesh to quiver deep within,  and whispered words may lick their way across my ting.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JMariah/168657/  I erase the pain I wrote on the page,So no one will know. I stifle the outbursts Of sadness and rage,So nothing will show. I drink back the tears From rejection and hate,The promise of love That entices too late,And the lies of a heart That demands that I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JMariah/168356/  I am the raven, a silent black spacebehind a knotin a tree,the deep, hollow breathof thick shadowsthat whisper secretsto the night. I am the silhouetteof budding acacias,umbrellasover weary elephantsyawning in the shade.And I am the low rumblefrom purring t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JMariah/167211/  I should have seen the end of this,Before I played my part.I would have turned away the kissThat took my heart. I should have weighed more carefullyThe words that you had spun,And thus, this lie would certainlyNot have begun. If I’d have noticed from the s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JMariah/166132/  Rummaging through the rubble, slivered pieces that fell when he said goodbye, he looks for something salvageable to hide in his wallet.Perhaps he thinks he has the right to pour over some carefully folded memory whenever he himself is hurting.Perhaps he only counts broken lov.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JMariah/166125/