Year of the Inner Goddess

Obscene Lust and Cherry Blossoms

And I sat there across from him, attentive in awe of the Demigod’s expansive mind, his effortless command of thought and memory. And still… threaded through every breath, every word that left my mouth, the cherry blossoms lingered. They clung to my skin.
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A Perfectly Reasonable Afternoon

A kiss that did not end when it should have. Then it deepened. And just like that, thought abandoned me entirely. “Convenient,” my Inner Goddess murmurs dryly. “You stall for hours, and then throw yourself at the one man who can’t stay long enough to do anything about it.”
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The Devotion of a Warrior’s Hands

Not bolder, never crude, but aware. His hand reclaimed the same path, yet this time it lingers a fraction longer, the faintest suggestion of pressure, a fingertip curling inward. A question, wordless and exquisitely placed.
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Of Water, Fire, Wings, and Earth

With the brute ferocity of womanhood called upon to rise up, yet again, with hands fisted in iron resolve and teeth clenched against the scream that lacerates its way upward. I bind the water. I smother the flame. I fold the wings. I bury the earth.
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