Remember that pumpkin field
under the harvest moon
where we lay in the coolness of the night?
A beatle crawled around my ankle
while your fingers gliding between my longing
landed in a fire
ignited by our stardust kisses.
The shallow field matched our breaths.
The rough skin of the pumpkin fruits
reminded me of your raw passion
overcame the smoothness of my skin.
Flicker of Thoughts 
Pumpkin patch kids … 😉
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Hehe 😊
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I love the rawness and roughness of the pumpkin and field in connection to this passion. Wonderful. 👏👏👏🧡
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Thanks Jeff! 😀
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Welcome, Cassa! 😁
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Yowza!
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Hahahaha
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A very well created image Cassa, lovely indeed, powerful and certainly passionate!
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I am glad you liked it. =)
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Beautiful…
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Ooooooo, yes, wonderfully written 💜
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☺️😜💚
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Awww, I love that a pumpkin patch can get tied to such intimate memories.
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☺️
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Nice! Excellently crafted!
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Hey Ben, great to see you again..💚
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Nice to read your work. I gotta come back more often, and not let life get in the way so much for reading greatness. 💚
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Love this sensual, gentle, beautiful write! ❤
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