she unzipped the tent and stood, outstretching her arms, breathing in the morning looking out at the expanse of the glassy, mirrored water, at the billoughing greens blanketing the mountainous terrain, at the mist rising to greet the cerulean sky, she felt almost frivolous the sweet tang of wild bergamot skipped along the breeze, but […]
via Wild — Heart Breathings
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Amir Holloway aka DatGuy
I am a poet, writer, and self-published author of the new Anthology of poems and erotic shorts stories Sex with Luna.
A big nerd, but hopeless romantic, I have spent most of my time reading while writing poetry and sensual shorts of my daily adventure in life!
Currently, I am working on my first novel Rose Red, Snow White, that's heavily influenced by Zane and Stephen King (My two Favorite authors of all time).
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