25 Thursday Jan 2018
Posted in January Writing, Poems, Poetry
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A dear little old lady named Ruth
Has a terrible time telling truths
Always getting in trouble
On Thursday’s, it’s double
Maybe from too much vermouth
Writing Prompt – Troubling Truths – Day 25/31
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24 Wednesday Jan 2018
Posted in Late Night Musings
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When my heart is discouraged
Your laughter reassures me
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24 Wednesday Jan 2018
Posted in My Photography, Photography, Wordless Wednesday
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#mybackyard, #myfrontyard, #myphotography, #nofilter, dorindaduclos.com, nature, Night Owl Poetry, Photography, snow, trees, Winter, Wordless Wednesday
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24 Wednesday Jan 2018
Posted in Poems, Poetry, The Daily Post
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#poetry, #TheDailyPost, body, bold, captured, Dominant, dorindaduclos.com, forbidden, lovers, Night Owl Poetry, poems, sensual, submissive, word prompt, writing
Drawn within, against my will, as my body trembles still
How your words stop me cold, how your body makes me bold
Longing for your hot embraces, finding those forbidden places
How your glances make me shy, how your whispers make me sigh
Wrapped around your little finger, sensual touches ever linger
How your domineering stance, sends me soaring at a glance
Drawn within, against my will, captured by your body’s skill
The Daily Post – Dominant
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24 Wednesday Jan 2018
Posted in January Writing, Poems, Poetry
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#JanuaryWriting, #poetry, captured, dorindaduclos.com, fate, hell, jail, Night Owl Poetry, overwrought, poems, whimsical, womanizer, writing, writing prompt
Felix Fineas didn’t know why
He’d always make the ladies cry
Thought it cute, when he patted their rears
This went on and on, for years
The truth, they would all testify
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Yes, Felix had finally been caught
Though he claimed it was all for naught
Spent his days in his cell
Watched his life go to hell
Now dear Felix is quite overwrought
Writing Prompt – Felix Fineas – Day 24/31
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