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The Storm: A 100 Word Story

October 16, 2020
By jdaut BRONZE, Winchester, Oregon
jdaut BRONZE, Winchester, Oregon
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Thy delicate digits, exuberant petals attached to the blossom that is thee,

Desecrate the sanctity of mine palm.

A powerful titillation shivers down mine spine as thy fingers fully intertwine with mine, 

Which are naught but a collection of serpents,

Dancing with unbridled zest,

And only capable of becoming tranquil,

Through the entrancing tune

Of thy tender grasp.


I look into thy violet eyes, glazed in sorrow.

Thou embrace me vivaciously, thy heart leaden,

Thy scent of lilac- sweet, gooseberries- tart.

Once thy lips release mine, I release thy body, 

Allowing myself to fall into the oblivion of the storm.



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