Ami E. Bowen

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StoryDead Flowers Ami E. Bowen011 years 8 months ago
StoryCobwebs Ami E. Bowen011 years 8 months ago
StoryCandyapple Kisses Ami E. Bowen011 years 8 months ago
StoryA Painting by Alec Ami E. Bowen011 years 8 months ago
StoryA Bit Of Me Dies Ami E. Bowen011 years 8 months ago
CollectionFan-Fiction Ami E. Bowen011 years 8 months ago
CollectionPoetry Ami E. Bowen011 years 8 months ago
StoryWandering Ami E. Bowen011 years 9 months ago
StoryWhispers In The Mist Ami E. Bowen011 years 9 months ago
StoryWalking Ami E. Bowen011 years 9 months ago
StoryWilderness Ami E. Bowen011 years 9 months ago
StoryThou Shalt Have No Other Muses Before Me! Ami E. Bowen011 years 9 months ago
StorySweetheart Whore Ami E. Bowen011 years 9 months ago
StoryTaken (I Dream of You) Ami E. Bowen011 years 9 months ago
StoryReach Out Ami E. Bowen011 years 9 months ago
StoryThe Dancing Ami E. Bowen011 years 9 months ago
StoryMystery Ami E. Bowen011 years 9 months ago
StoryPassionate Ami E. Bowen011 years 9 months ago
StoryMistress Ami E. Bowen011 years 9 months ago
StoryNaivety Ami E. Bowen011 years 9 months ago
StorySamurai Ami E. Bowen011 years 9 months ago
StoryLove Poem Ami E. Bowen011 years 9 months ago
StoryLeading Man Ami E. Bowen011 years 9 months ago
StoryMagical Bonds Ami E. Bowen011 years 9 months ago
StoryI Will Follow Ami E. Bowen011 years 9 months ago

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My stories

Thou Shalt Have No Other Muses Before Me!

"You haven't been writing any erotica featuring myself paired with some rather dubious partners, have you?"

Sweetheart Whore

Goes along with "Taken: I Dream of You" This is a poem from the pov of a rapist. Sorry if this offends anyone, no one forced you to read this. ~Ami

Taken (I Dream of You)

This poem goes along with "Sweetheart Whore" This is written from the pov of a rape victim. Sorry if this offends anyone, no one forced you to read it.

Reach Out

I'm alone Within my forbidden Lust Reach for the past Slip through the Future Another wasted Soul Hungry for love Starving For something less Something more Reach out Moisture and heat Limbs have fallen asleep

The Dancing

From my head to the tips of my toes The heat from your blood spreads I close my eyes and reach out And I can feel your coldness inside me Downward travels the warmth, ardent and fierce As a liquid fire burns my soul within a kiss

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