"SHIFTERS 01: Survival is not Optional" by Kal Fulsom Amazon: a.co/d/5ATYX2Z Google Play: shorturl.at/iHirA Barnes & Noble: shorturl.at/mzxcY Audiobook on Google Play: shorturl.at/WCyjZ People stories and a rejection of the tired dystopian tropes.

Desire rolls across my belly In circles of sunlight kisses A swollen, tumescent Fruit Sticky and spilling nectar On the milk of my skin.

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Not just a body, but a heart with depth, patience, mystery, and soul.

I want to create rituals for loving you. I'll kneel in a circle with thick pillars of beeswax candles rub fragrant almond oil into my skin with slow measured touches as I inhale the memories of your voice telling me what to do.

I want to climb you with kisses, from your feet, to your ankles, over your calves to the back of your knees up to the long muscle of your thighs. I'll Travel slow and steady on the trail, savoring tastes and smells, brushing my cheek against changing landscapes. I just want to

I'm tugged high, my bruised mouth taken, tongues entwined, a wet kiss overwhelms with it's filthy beauty, my will totally dominated and forsaken. He drinks down the poison of my weaknesses; bites my lip until I bleed; marking me, taking, keeping - and offering his strength to me.

I want his dirty whispers in my ear, his weight pressing down his hungry demand pressing me in, folding me in half, reaching sweet and hot until it hurts beautiful and he says that I belong under him, just there. And I whimper, begging because I never want to leave.

How many times will you break me open Spill my insides And look to see if I love you?

I'm not afraid of being alone I'm afraid of the ache The dul, painful throb Of a major artery cut open And pulsing, pulsing Down my belly In desperate red heart beats. I fear The bone squeeze emotion Of my suddenly raw knees Scrapped open And hollowed out with no one There to