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		<title>Surreal Sabrina  | WritersCafe.org</title>
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		<description>The original writings of author Surreal Sabrina </description>
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			<title>Acid.</title>
			<description>Vegetable and bread medley from Subway drowning in a diluted acidic version of Absolute zero Monster stares back at me from its pretty porcelain tomb.&amp;nbsp;Blue hues and green roughage floating in a watery grave, no longer belonging to my metabolic pathway besides the sour taste of my defeat.&amp;nbsp..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SerotoninSeeker/812366/</link>
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			<title>Break the Silence. </title>
			<description>Poprocks are delicious and taste of nostalgia,&amp;nbsp;Cascading from my laughing tongue, escaping from images of harsh prison&amp;nbsp;systems you make me remember life.&amp;nbsp;Forgetting concrete walls and recollecting warped chalked realities.Tossing stones and hopping from one block to the next n..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SerotoninSeeker/809521/</link>
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			<title>She.</title>
			<description>She, she is nothing more than a wounded ego,Walking through society hidden in her dark ensemblesThat make her look thin and blend in&amp;nbsp;Because when she stood out she was shot downBecause when she stood out she was drowned in a poolof chastising critics.&amp;nbsp;So now here she sits.Wat..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SerotoninSeeker/809519/</link>
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			<title>Erotic... I think</title>
			<description>It starts.&amp;nbsp;Your deep gaze of desire for pleasure, sinks slowly from the lump in my throat down south to my inner thighs. Just one look and I am ready.&amp;nbsp;I squirm like an unsettled child as you slowly move closer hands crawling under my hair and around my neck. I wait.&amp;nbsp;My lips qu..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SerotoninSeeker/809518/</link>
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			<title>A Lovely Distraction. </title>
			<description>Eyes glued to responsibilities of future endeavorsYour tampered green jacket flashes over my attentionI fearfully look at what I think is only my imaginationBut there you stand dark hair and dark eyes&amp;nbsp;Your sultry smile clutches onto my heart grasping tightUntil it drops into my gut ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SerotoninSeeker/809513/</link>
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			<title>Raising a Child. </title>
			<description>They told me I could do what ever I set my mind to,Said that all of my hard work would pay offBanned the work can&amp;rsquo;t in their house and replaced it with can.Never give up they said,Dream big and go hard they saidThey told me that every step I took, every word I read, every grade Id get is one s..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SerotoninSeeker/809511/</link>
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			<title>This Poem Sucks as Much as My Mood Does</title>
			<description>The soft smell of books entangled with the aroma of coffee reminds me of the first time I witnessed the light catch your blue eyes.&amp;nbsp;That moment I fell hard and fast over the suicidal brink of this thing we title Love.&amp;nbsp;I knew in that second you were him.&amp;nbsp;Your dark hair fell over your s..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SerotoninSeeker/809508/</link>
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			<title>Coffee Thoughts</title>
			<description>Two Scoops of Sugar,One scoop of InsecurityTo Begin Her Mourning.Each day tasting as Bitter as the NextSame Steps, Different ThoughtsThat continue her Days, Her Life.Once Interrupted by the unstructured Idea of Love,Lost to a wrong Time.An incident of Falling to the Wrong Beat.A drummer with a pulse..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SerotoninSeeker/809506/</link>
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			<title>Addict.</title>
			<description>Hello everyone, my name is Sabrina and I am an addict.&amp;nbsp;That is the first step right? To admit this s**t?&amp;nbsp;To &amp;lsquo;fess up to others that you have a problem?Well I do. My problem is you. My problem is the way you make my heart swell.How you decided that you want out when I want in.&amp;nbsp;I ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SerotoninSeeker/809505/</link>
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			<title>Sweet Dreams.</title>
			<description>Sweet Dreams Love.&amp;nbsp;Hopes of days spent laying in your soft cotton sheetshead draped over a warm flesh chest radiating with desire.&amp;nbsp;Sweet dreams laughter.&amp;nbsp;Smirks, teasing and tantalizing my mind with thoughts of future passion.Sweet dreams cold nosesTouching under the dark starlight sk..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SerotoninSeeker/809501/</link>
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			<title>Women</title>
			<description>My curvaceous tilted hips.&amp;nbsp;My rounded soft breastsAnd My womb that carries lifeBiologically make me a Woman.&amp;nbsp;These ascetically pleasing attributes of my kindare beautiful gifts that have been wrapped upand suffocated by objectifications of sex.But my body was not meant to please your needs..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SerotoninSeeker/809499/</link>
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			<title>Diet</title>
			<description>Deceit tastes of chocolate melting on your tongue suffocating my mouth,&amp;nbsp;The sweet oozing coco slipping down my throat, like the lies of your so called love.Clogging my insides with your high fructose corn sex, your plan was unwholey, and unworthy of my granulated purity.&amp;nbsp;She tainted your s..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SerotoninSeeker/809497/</link>
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			<title>Fields of Poppies. </title>
			<description>Poppies Linger in fields of loveA never ending desire for who I was and still long to be&amp;nbsp;Your tissue skin transparent and cool&amp;nbsp;The deep valleys covering your face telling the story of a lifetimeEyes sunken and cataract from sights of wisdom&amp;nbsp;They saw marriage, war, and birthThey saw pe..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SerotoninSeeker/809496/</link>
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			<title>Street Car.</title>
			<description>I endure sleepless knights plagued with loyalties &amp;nbsp;of golden lilies and hearts of warmed oxygen beckoning for my eyes.A mist of a dream forming romancing dew on my naive mind.&amp;nbsp;I taste sensual kisses and embrace lust as if a kiss would be enough to put my disease at easeHappiness personifie..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SerotoninSeeker/809493/</link>
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			<title>Wasted</title>
			<description>Like a Mediterranean wind Decanting into a clear ocean, you hit me.&amp;nbsp;Slowly, drowning me in the deep pools of your mahogany flesh.Your intoxicating aroma, sweet and sultry, binds us in our rapture.Bitter sweet touch to my lips you are aged to perfection.&amp;nbsp;Drinking deeply, I lose myse..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SerotoninSeeker/809490/</link>
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