You wrapped us into innuendo, feeding me almost and filling my cup with maybes. For you thought the best way for us, was to lock the door and throw away the keys… You left a bittersweet omerta taste on my skin, as you stepped out of bed. Kissing me, with your eyes closed, leaving me with love unsaid…
In response to November Notes Writing Challenge by Sarah Doughty of Heartstring Eulogies and Rosema from A Reading Writer .
Cyranny's Cove 
Oh wow!
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Thank you Sarah 🙂 I hope you’re having a great weekend xx
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I am, thank you.
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I hope yours is going well too.
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I am… Enjoying a little glass of wine, warming up in my favorite pjs 😉
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Aarghh! Don’t you just hate it when you’re left with ‘maybes’ and uncertainties…it’s true that it excites yet it’s also cruel! ☺
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True… Mystery is enticing, but the line is so very thin 😉
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I’d force him to say it to me! Otherwise, I’ll pull her ears! Hahaha
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LOOOOOOL Good one Nina 😉
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Yeah! I learned that from someone witty! Hahaha
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“omerta taste”
WOOOW! such a packed piece in a few words!
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I’m trying to practice being concise… It can also become handy on days I don’t have as much time to spend at the keyboard. Thanks for your kind words 🙂 🙂 🙂
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hehe. i agree. you’re welcome! 😀
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