Coalhouse
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CATEGORY
erotic
Sip brown colored fire water, intoxicated by blind musicians. Howling in syncopation, rhythm produced by bucking hips, musty and natural. Backroom phantoms move under covers. Moans make strange music inside the ears of voyeurs, who look and touch themselves.. Vicarious soul claps stolen from the badlands, killing fields, ghettos.
Smile a Louis Armstrong smile....
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Kingqadardwon' says: Waaaaaan.. Shout out to the crescent city.. Great write my brother.. That's my stomping grounds... I'm a New Orleanian also.. |
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coalhouse says: N.O. is my adopted town. I love the vibe, |
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Woven says: Great word choice, you draw your reader directly into this gritty jazz vibe. Enjoyed! |
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Coalhouse says: Humble thanks, just putting it down how I feel it.. |
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WarriorCarryingWater says: Nice flow! |
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