Sweet memories,
stomach butterfly
flurries… Almost
painful longing for
a look, a simple
smile, the promise
of a kiss… And if
you once wore my
name on your lips…
Would you whisper
it like a well kept
secret? Or, shout
it out, loud and
proud, like you
would claim a
Sonnet…? Would
your hands on my
hips, burn like
fire, or feel like
bliss? Would
you dare to make
me yours, even if
we had to count
hours, minutes,
seconds, still… If
we could be us for
a second, would it
be your will? Would
you be bold enough
in all sincerity, to
grant me such sweet,
Sweet memories…
Cyranny's Cove 
Such a passionate rush of energy even in reading this one. Exhilaratingly romantic.
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*Blushing* Thank you Eleanor! This means a lot to me 🙂 xx
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Sweet and sultry. You have gift.
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Thank you for the kind words, Phyllis 🙂 I am really glad this spoke to you!! xx
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Mmmm, deliciously sensual and beautiful …
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Thank you, Miriam 🙂 Your support is always so appreciated!! xx
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You’re very welcome 💖
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Beautiful!
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Thank you Biff 🙂 I’m glad it spoke to you! xx
If you have a minute, we’re having a party… It’d be lovely to see you there 😉
https://cyranny.wordpress.com/2018/02/05/week-party-in-the-cove/
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ah cherie must either set you on fire or be green with jealousy 🙂
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*wink wink*
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🙂
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