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Lefty McGee

I'm really starting to believe this man breathes poetry. Here are two of his "blurts" from Literotica:

(1)

There was a momentary pause,
the phone rang but she missed it...

The opportunity cost of missing that call,
was the sound of his voice caressing her
in ways that seem gentle,
at times.
But there is a timbre to his voice
that vibrates her thoughts
and her body,
that mixes the pleasure of the moment
with the pain of separation.
Bittersweet melody of a memory
as his words guide her hands in ways
mostly sensual, defined as erotic,
and certainly not sensible,
she finds herself sensitive to the touch.

What could have, would have.
Perhaps the phone will ring again…

(2)

I know nothing of the world you two are sharing. The slow words about nothing as you speak more with silence and hidden smiles. The suffering of the touch that is almost but not quite there in every word. The hidden thoughts of despair when you are unable to speak, and relive old conversations to pass the time until the next call. And each laugh you hear is an epiphany of emotion, love, lust. Innocuous though the words may be, all too soon each thought borders or embraces decadence. There are no secrets, no unknown desires, no hidden agendas when you fulfill your wishes and meet in person. Just the silent sounds of clothing as it puddles on the floor, until the first gasps for air some hours later...

Like I said, I know nothing of the world you share. But I have heard...

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I'm so honored to have some of his work in Coming Together.