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?
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…
A simple note a brush of courtesy was what could make her day a small intention someone who met her gaze stopping, to pick up something that she’d dropped a text message naming her, asking her, Nothing less than dancing in the moonlight a candlelit supper exchanging glances holding hands the thought of something…… Continue reading Wanting Nothing More – Notthedane56
Silly souls, fearing fantoms feeling threatened scared of the unknown. Not knowing the delight of being owned, being haunted all year long…
If someday my memory just dries away, read me your best story every night… Over and over and over again. Every evening, after every sunset, tell me those same words, and bring me with you down the same road. Tell me about the same stars, and the same sighs, and the same dreams… Don’t…… Continue reading Fading memory…
Considering her wants, her needs taking into account her opinion, listening, nodding, acknowledging being close, if needed looking at her, as my equal, perhaps being even greater value than I, discussing, conversing, quiet talks, silent thoughts shared moments, laughing, crying, wondering loving, all things in their good time, Just considering…. This piece…… Continue reading Just Considering – Notthedane56
If my words, weren’t my own if I tried to be someone who I was not would she look through me stripping away my covers undressing my less than savory thoughts about her? Pretending to be someone, whose words professed to belong to someone else, hidden away, tempting others to read along, thoughts and…… Continue reading Someone, Who I Was Not – Notthedane56
It isn’t quite 9 o’clock yet when I wake up, fresh as a rose. I can’t believe it, I outran my alarm clock! I’ll be damned! I think the last time I woke up before that devil’s invention did its job, was on Christmas back when I was a kid. I knew Santa had…… Continue reading M – Part Fifteen
Via Today’s Daily Prompt: Prefer Every cut, every invasion leaves its scar… He said. Wise words indeed, but what I what I prefer is the sweet sweet moment just when the pain subsides… For a short little while. Before….
“Loving him was like playing chess with grandpa when I was a child, she thought. I could never outguess his next move, but he always made me feel like I had chances to win…”
Cyranny's Cove 