Red Hot Hyperbole
She came from the land of rumpled sheets. She was the very definition of sex. She was the breeze through the wind chimes of his heart. One might say that she actually invented the orgasm. All mirages are this way. Perfect until they disappear. They dry like sweat, fade like sighs, and leave so many unanswered questions curled up at the bottom of the bed.
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"the breeze through the wind chimes of his heart" making lovely music.
Thanks. You look just like Franz Liszt! ;)
Red hot prose poem, love this Phoebe
I like this piece - form and voice. Effective writing, Phoebe.
Fab. Especially liked 'leave so many unanswered questions curled up at the bottom of the bed.'
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Good title which assists reader response to the work. Excellent parallelism throughout. Wonderful end.
"All mirages are this way."
This sentence, in my opinion, deserves a better verb.
Neat piece! Enjoyed it.
"One might say that she actually invented the orgasm." Such a great line. Such a great piece.