Telling her what I knew, what I know leaving nothing to the imagination, save for one thing, A trifle a thought the one secret, I kept from her her prying eyes, her wandering gaze waiting, watching, a sea of expectations set adrift Telling her what I thought about her felt about, lusted about wanted…… Continue reading Keeping Secrets…
she whispered, her fingers gripping his coat’s collar, pressing herself to his chest. His fast breathing betraying his desire to surrender to her bold request. He wanted to give in, she knew it, but she felt him still pulling back a little… What would he come up with, this time? – I’m not too…… Continue reading Kiss me…
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Next time, baby… I’ll be bulletproof –Â La Roux No… We Montrealers don’t enjoy shooting at trees in the middle of the city! This just a close up shot (pun intended) of Mr Woodpecker’s job! If you’d like to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here.
Girl reading a letter at an open window – Johannes Vermeer She’d been reading my thought letters again God how I wish she’d stay out of my head! Sitting, writing prose words combined, patterns seeing other ways feelings, feelings, She only had to look at me without a word exchanged between us, She only…… Continue reading My Thought Letters…
Let the rain kiss you, Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby… Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Langston Hughes If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here.
Working in the technical support business, I spend most of my working time on the phone. Talking to people, lying on counters (when retailers have customers to serve and just put down the phone – not always giving me notice – leaving me waiting while I hear everything going on in the store), or…… Continue reading Cyranny’s Jukebox…
via Daily Prompt: Distant A ray of sunshine peeked through the dancing tree leaves just outside the bedroom window. She didn’t believe in curtains. She much preferred to be awakened by the rising sun than by any alarm clock. She considered stretching out to the phone, calling in sick and spending her day in bed,…… Continue reading Distant…
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Sometimes, you look at the sun in the sky and are tempted to ask… “Hey, it’s 4pm here… What time is it, up there???” If you’d like to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here.
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