http://slow.writerscafe.org/ronaldpope The original writings of author ron en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775970497 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I just found out that I might have optical melanoma. The doctor will know more after she looks at all the information. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ronaldpope/1984670/ Carried on the wind.If my kisses could be carried on the wind, they would caress your heart. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ronaldpope/1931829/ Wondering how it would feel. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ronaldpope/1922233/ Wanting, needing. The taste of you on my lips, your sweet nectar drives my desire.I close my eyes and feel you deep inside, slowly we become as one.The scent of your body, the look in your eyes...my needs and wants pushed passed their limits. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ronaldpope/1920810/ A hundred pieces.A hundred times my heart broke, in shards of spent love that could never be put back together. 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