Protected: The Creature…
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Category: fantasy
The door…
The line had become so fine… Like a framed door, standing in the middle of nowhere. No walls to give it some sort of reason for being there. Just a tall wooden door with a shiny golden lock. Portal between what they called reality, and her own realm. It seemed to her that she was…… Continue reading The door…
Protected: Why do you love me?
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When I Saw Red – Notthedane56
Was it when I saw her with someone else, not me Was it that dress, she wore the one when she danced it made me crazy with desire it did, Was it the sunrise, the sunset watching it, oohing and aahing holding hands, each other close closer, Was it the roses I lay upon…… Continue reading When I Saw Red – Notthedane56
Traveling Memories – Lost
I woke up brutally to his yelling from the bathroom. “Someone broke in during the night!” he screamed, his hands flapping in the air, as if he was trying to express his distress with semaphore. Who still knows semaphore anyway, I meant to ask him, but I didn’t think that would be of any…… Continue reading Traveling Memories – Lost
An angel down…
Most would think I was taken by surprised… But I let down my guard just so you could stalk me in the darkest of your thoughts. I closed my eyes, tilted my head and offered myself to your raging lust for fresh flesh. I might have lost a few feathers, your brutal desire tearing innocence…… Continue reading An angel down…
Always…
I’ve always loved you… I just had to wait to meet you.
Too hot…
I’ll write you fantasies so hot, you’ll never want to meet me. You won’t fear disappointment… You’ll know, you would be… Disappointed.
Your fingers…
Are requested, everywhere, and anywhere they might want to wander… Report on duty.
Micro poésie du vendredi…
tu m’as braconné le coeur * Traquée tel un prédateur * Tu m’as mise à genoux Et j’ai les poings liés Devant toi, mon beau loup, mon renard argenté. * Faudra-t-il que j’implore pour qu’un jour tu m’achèves? Que tu me croques à pleines dents et t’abreuves de ma sève… * Et me laisse pour…… Continue reading Micro poésie du vendredi…
Cyranny's Cove 