Micro poésie du vendredi…
J’ai des lèvres de bonbons, sur mesure pour tes rêves secrets à moins que tu ne passes sur l’option de toi et moi…. Si tu te refuses l’idée de Nous, c’est ta perte…
Category: fantasy
Forgive me…
I did it again… I did it all night. It doesn’t matter, you say, Darling? Because it was just in my head? If you only knew what my mind can make you do…
Micro poésie du Samedi…
(Just like Micro poésie du vendredi… only a little later and shorter) Je ne suis pas si Exigeante… Je ne veux que décoller l’étiquette de mes fantasmes Pour les coller, Un à un Dans l’album de mes souvenirs…
Living with a giant… (My life in the mountains)
No one had seen it coming… Not even us, I must say. It sure wasn’t meant to be, but I don’t see how things could have been any different in the end… My family lived by the river, his people far into the mountains. Me and my sisters were growing up in a world…… Continue reading Living with a giant… (My life in the mountains)
Something different…
Wouldn’t you like to try something different Sometimes, when the winds are strong and the coldest of winter is knocking at your door… Like tonight, you know? Would you like me to write down Your scarf and your gloves, your jacket to hang by the coat-peg? I could unbutton your shirt with a few…… Continue reading Something different…
My precious…
That’s what I’d call you… My precious… Because everytime I find you wrapped around my finger It seems we fuse together, and just vanish from this world.
Micro-poésie du vendredi…
Dans l’oeil du dragon, Elle serre dans son poing une promesse d’amours éternelles. Ivre d’un songe, Où il la lui souffle, les yeux fermés, directement sur les lèvres…
Thrice…
Walking in the middle of the familiar supermarket crowd, just like any other Thursday night. But he had gotten an unusual feeling the moment he had set foot in the store… Everything was the same, yet, everything seemed slightly different. And he couldn’t put his finger on what made him urge to be on…… Continue reading Thrice…
Blurry October moon…
Under the full moon’s raw light I caught myself wishing you were a lycanthrope tearing my throat open with your long fangs letting me feed you my last breath…
Micro-poésie du vendredi…
Avec la patience de la lionne qui attend sans hâte son dû Je lécherai la luxure sur ta peau de chasseur Languissant de te voir enfin exposer ton coeur et j’y plongerai les dents, comme dans le fruit défendu *** Inspired by the work of Sarah Doughty, Hunger
Cyranny's Cove 