I WALKED THROUGH LIFE AS ANY WOMAN WOULD HAVE, FANTASIES THAT I KEPT TO MYSELF, PLEASURE WAS ONLY FOUND IN MY MIND, THAT I ALONE EXPLODED, WHICH DID NOT REACH THE SOURCE OF MY WORLD,
THE ACT OF LOVE MAKING WAS A SECRET, YES GOOD, BUT ENJOYABLE SOMETIMES, FAKING IT, A GOOD PERCENTAGE,
DESIRE, BEDDED ME, SELDOM, ONLY MY WANTS, MY NEEDS, KEPT ME GOING, WHICH EXISTED INSIDE OF ME, HIDING FROM THE OUTSIDE WOLRD, AS I ASKED FOR KNOW MORE, ASHAMED AND AFRAID TO PLEAD MY CASE TO HUNGER,
SO I WALKED AWAY, STARTING SOMETHING KNEW, THAT FEEL APART, BORED I TRIED, BUT THE MONTHS OF AGONY CAME FORWARD, AND ANOTHER BEGAN,
ALONE IT ENDED WITH ME, SULTRY YES, THAT MUCH I KNEW,
DEMANDING YES,
PLENTY PLAGUED MY MIND, TUGGING AT MY SOUL, TRAPPED BY IT, I RESOLVED LONLINESS, AS I GAVE INTO NOTHING, YES MY OWN MIND I HATED, IT SPOKE WORDS THAT I WANTED TO, IT TAUGHT ME TO SPEAK ALOUD, AND I CRIED FOR IT'S ATTENTION, IN MY NIGHT'S I COULD NOT SLEEP, I ASKED IT QUESTIONS OVER AND OVER AGAIN, IT BECAME MY WELL TO KNOW, TO SAY,
TO BE, TO LIVE, TO UNDERSTAND, AS I DID, I GAVE WANT IT’S HIDDEN SECRETS, THAT WENT TO BED WITH ME ALONE, SUROUNDED BY MY PILLOWS,
I BECAME THE PICTURE IMAGE OF ONE, AS I SAT UP THINKING THOUGHT'S TO SAY WITH PRIDE, THE WILL TO BE, WAS MY SUGGESTION OF UNDERSTANDING, MY PAIN, MY GROWTH TO IN THE PLACE I AM,
ANOTHER COULD NOT GIVE ME PEACE,
MY PENALTY, WAS PLEASURABLE, GIVING ME THE PEN TO SAY MY WORDS AS I DID, I MISSED NOTHING, NO SUBJECT I COULD NOT TALK ABOUT, I WAS OPEN FOR DISCUSSION,
PERSUASSION CAME TO MIND, BUT PATIENCE REFUSED, SO I STOPPED,
SUFFICIENT, FELT SILENT, ALONE I STRESSED NOTHING MORE,
MY DIRTY DEEDS BROUGHT ME TO HERE, A WRITERS DREAM, OF WORDS PUT INTO THE MINDS OF THOSE THAT FORGET TO LIVE, TO KNOW, SO THEY READ ME IN PEACE, UNDER THE SHEETS ALONE, BEHIND CLOSED DOORS, SO IN PEACE I SET, WHISPERING MY WORDS, GIVING THOUGHTS OF PLEASURE,
I READ ME BACK AGAIN, AS I NEVER DID, AN I LIKED IT'S PORTRAYAL OF LIFE,
The true story of Cheryl Pierson Cuccio who made headlines in 1986 and her husband Rob Cuccio. Cheryl was abused sexually and physically and Rob died for 43 minutes on Cheryl's 43rd birthday.
(Richard M. Feldman) Ever since I was a young boy, the only thing I wanted to be was a cowboy. I wanted to own and work on a real ranch, with cattle and horses. Especially horses.
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We Will Stone Him is a raw, unfiltered trauma memoir about surviving childhood abuse, emotional manipulation, and the lifelong wounds that follow. This true story marks the beginning of the Rising From The Ashes Trilogy, John Gambacorta and his survi
