Will You Be Mine?

micro-fiction

Photo by Karyme França, in Canva

The dim flame of the candles illuminates the room.

The spicy wine disguises my thirst for pleasure; the intimist music rouses my senses.

I’m exposed, vulnerable to you. Craving you.

If I stop time, if I mute life, will you be mine?

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We publish essays, and poetry about sex, sexuality and erotic relationships.

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