After Eight Moments…
Early November teardrop pearls… If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u7K72X4eo_s
Year: 2017
Micro poésie du vendredi…
Au premier coup d’oeil, tes yeux ont paralysé les aiguilles de toutes mes horloges Entre tes bras, le temps n’existe plus. Et ta tendresse coule comme du miel dans ma gorge Reste là, cette nuit… Laisse-moi te convaincre, même imparfaite, laisse-toi tenter Violentes, sauvages mes amours brulantes… Tu me fais croire…… Continue reading Micro poésie du vendredi…
I’m jealous… (I want to borrow Greenland too!)
This morning, as I was catching up with the overnight activity here on WordPress, and on Facebook, I noticed that a good friend of mine had tagged me in a post. We don’t talk on a regular basis, but I know that when she sends me something, it will be worth checking out. I…… Continue reading I’m jealous… (I want to borrow Greenland too!)
After Eight Moments…
Two for the price of one… If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here.
Rules…
Right from the start you took control. Your game, your ground, your rules. I didn’t mind… I so wanted to be yours. All yours and yours only. On the dance floor you had picked me, like others pick a flower from a bush, taking me away, pulling me in the shadow, away from the spotlight…… Continue reading Rules…
Be kind…
To nice people, because they deserve it. To the lost and the troubled ones, because they need it. And to the mean… It’ll just annoy them!
Tell Me – Notthedane56
Tell me to leave her that she isn’t what others think I need Tell me to turn my back to stop thinking about what she does to my mind – changing the way that I think – changing the way that I feel Tell me to come to my senses Tell me to stop…… Continue reading Tell Me – Notthedane56
After Eight Moments…
So if you want to love me Then darlin’ don’t refrain Or I’ll just end up walkin’ In the cold November rain… Guns N’ Roses If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here.
Can I…
touch you there…? Brush my feathers paint you, Love, with my own colors, hang my favorite perfume around your neck, warm you in my highest hopes, lull you to sleep with my sweetest dreams… Can I touch you there, right where fingers just can’t reach?
Take me back…
Maybe I shouldn’t have contacted you, the first time I did… It wasn’t a question, and certainly not an affirmation. He left the thought linger in the air between them, the only thing that separated them at that moment. He knew the words would hurt her. She had a cotton candy heart, and a simple…… Continue reading Take me back…
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