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Deborah Hawkins, penned Debra Renée Byrd, began writing after a blank book project in elementary school and never stopped, fashioning stories based on her favorite TV shows and movies before creating more original works. She studied at the University of the Arts and Florida State University before settling down and graduating from Temple University. She now resides in her hometown of Dover, DE, where she spends most of her time at work or at church. She loves fantasies, superheroes, is a trekkie and a brown coat. She loves television and lives for Final Fantasy video games, having collected most of them. She has read a myriad of authors, and her favorite authors change whenever she finds a new book that changes her life... "When you can't run, you crawl. When you can't crawl...well, you know the rest." -Tracey, Firefly, "The Message"

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"Journal Entry..." (revised)

submitted to Poetshaven.com as D. R. Finney

"Journey Entry from my Imaginary Lover"

"hold still" i tell her while she stands there uncomfortable
waiting for me to take the picture
her face is cynical so i keep waiting
til that one moment
where she gets vulnerable
and i snap it

her large doe eyes
and her curly brown hair
"i look like a boy" she always says
and i just laugh
cuz she really doesn't

she's beautiful
even when she's trying to be ugly

it starts to rain and she runs outside
i smile as i watch her dance
the cool breeze plays against my face
and she comes to me and pulls me by the hands
and says "dance with me"

and so we dance
and then go inside

against the world she withdraws
but on my bed she blossoms and giggles
there's always something to laugh about
when we're alone
never ready to give herself to me
but mischievous enough to show me she wants it

so i pull her by her knees
to the end of the bed and hover

her long, thin feet push at my back
legs pull me closer and our drenched bodies collide
smack kiss and grind
rough jeans against soaked soft cotton
my cold hand sneaks under her shirt
and she cries with laughter

her ribs press against her brown flesh
and i reach around to pull her deeper

her breath on my neck gets me stiff and she blushes
i smile and lick her lips
our tongues and limbs get to wrestling
quarter nelson pin belly-to-belly boston crab
her body writhes beneath mine slowly

her hands sneak a peek at my hips
i pulse and press against her
and can no longer hold it in
she muffles my moan in her mouth
and i fall into her arms

we fall asleep to the rain
and when i wake up i take one more picture

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