#Summer | F. Jason Whitaker - Writer

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#Summer

Caged Love

jasonwhitaker29171 · July 8, 2019 · writing, poetry, writing · #cock, #emotions, #gaypoem, #gaysex, #GayWriter, #identity, #images, #LGBT, #LGBTWriter, #love, #lover, #past, #poem, #sex, #SouthCarolina, #Summer, #West Columbia, #words, #writer, poetry

As the last ray of light

hits the horizon

I see you in my dreams

once again.

My hands shake

like they did

those many

years ago

in your bedroom.

Have I ever loved anyone

as I loved you then?

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Short Stories

jasonwhitaker29171 · July 1, 2019 · Fiction, writing · #boyfriend, #cock, #comedy, #depression, #drama, #emotions, #fantasy, #gaysex, #GayWriter, #hate, #identity, #images, #LGBT, #LGBTWriter, #love, #lover, #masturbation, #music, #past, #sex, #ShortStory, #story, #Summer, #West Columbia, #words, #writer, #YA, #YAfiction, Fiction

I am posting short stories to my Patreon…

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Summer

jasonwhitaker29171 · June 1, 2019 · writing, poetry, writing · #beach, #gaypoem, #GayWriter, #images, #LGBT, #LGBTWriter, #Ocean, #poem, #sand, #Summer, #Sun, #Tide, #words, #writer, poetry

Summer sky

heat is high,

shorts are low

and the tide is coming in.

We sit beneath a vacant sky

sun like a fierce smile looking down at me,

sand everywhere like places you may not see.

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