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Forty Seven: Love in a Word March 21, 2014

Posted by The Typist in 365, Odd Words, The Narrative, The Typist, Toulouse Street.
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What I wrote during Justin Torres’ master class at the Tennessee Williams Festival. The prompt was to write about sex using only monosyllabic words.

Touch, her teen skin, bare arm, long thigh, breasts brushed through blouse, the way a man boy’s hands move but ah! the kiss, all else is less than that: lips press, faces brush, shared breath, as close as we will get to that soft bliss.



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