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Poetry and Prose by Russell Wardlow

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August 12, 2017 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

She never felt wanted 
Blush painted her face 
I felt it…the volcanic like heat of an erotic exhale
Raising the hair on my neck 
I sensed the electric flush of her skin
I saw the vision of desire, eclipsing her irises –
Divulging her secret while fighting the clouds of precipitation 
The pent up protrusion of her diaphragm echoing the 
Contained rage of need within, against my chest 
That iconic moment had an expiration, and for that, she resented me
But I heard the angelic vibrations of her throat
Summon up a fulfilled “thank you”
With one last heave of her chest, and an exhale 
More carnal, yet serene 
We drifted into time…
All she asked for – a hug.

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Prose of a Con is a collection of Russell Wardlow’s prose and poetry written entirely behind bars. Through writings on family, spirituality, freedom, love, justice, redemption, and vulnerability, Russell seeks to show the humanity and hope of individuals like himself who are incarcerated.

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