The Rice Name is freeing me from the amber.
The Aries Woman From The Heartland | Rosamond Press
Aries Woman Festival | Rosamond Press
My Martian Muse
Because I found her at the edge of the sea, I assumed Awshrena was a Libra, like me. But when I took her home to my artist shack in Carmel by the Sea, I began to notice this extraordinary beauty would not look at the ocean. She found a way to turn her back to it and focus all her very hot attention on me. She consumed me in our love-making until there was nothing left of me – but bare bones! But, with a fiery look, she restored my flesh, and came at me once again for her Kiss of Fire! With my Aries Woman, I died, and was reborn a thousand times. I was her red earth, her clay, fired in her kiln. When my sister came to visit me, she gasped!
“What’s going on? What has she done to…
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