The want of motion the absence of breeze, the ripples in the clouds, the warmth tells me something of what I’d forgotten, I told her, countless stories anything to make her smile, and then if she would accept, my words of want, then I would want her, and the pleasures that would…… Continue reading Walking Down the Road…
Winter was raging and pounding with fury, just outside your door. Winds screamed frost cursings as you led me towards the fireplace. You pulled me close, made me feel naturally fit for your very embrace… And in a moment when so much needed to be told, we shared the most precious luxury we could allow ourselves……… Continue reading Silence…
Previously; Part 1 / Part 2 Never before, had she been so puzzled over a simple dinner. She had already walked twice, all the way to his door before turning around and hiding in her flat again. It had crossed her mind to text him to excuse herself, giving any reason that would have come her way.…… Continue reading In the dark… (part 3)
How could I say what that made you smile, and laugh at most anything, I said with no effort at all How could it be you know someone like me than what I know self in no time at all How could you know that I’d fallen in love whole head and…… Continue reading How could…
Considering her body, clothed but then, She started to undress, first the first, then the second, turning to watch me, watching her, “Do you mind, Dearest?” asked I involved in my voyeur tendencies watching how she removed each piece of clothing, not waiting for me to undress her with my eyes,…… Continue reading Do you mind?
Previously… Part 1 She had known love before… She wished she could say she thought she had known it, but unfortunately, she had been in love in the past. She didn’t understand people who yearned for love. Looooove… That stupid feeling that drove anyone to do stupid things. The only love she wanted to feel was…… Continue reading In the dark… (part 2)
I’ve been prowling around your lair, hoping to catch a glimpse of you amongst the shadows. * Been scavenging your trash for leftover words, I would have drunk straight from your lips. * Beware my fangs, and my claws… Love. * Beware the lust I have to press my mouth upon your neck. To hunt…… Continue reading Beware…
The vibration of the cellphone in her purse had gotten her attention as she was walking down the subway station stairs. Where are you? She simply turned it off. There was the temptation to write back something snippy like that saying she had seen online… “Don’t push me away and then wonder where I went”…… Continue reading In the dark…
Your words, they fit me like a glove Intricate fabric of emotions, of chills of butterflies, inked on my skin One by one stitched to my stomach. You cut your stories, High fashion tails tailored to be wrapped around my hips… You write black classy lace, and You can dress me up…… Continue reading Haute écriture…
Blank. Drawing a blank. She would have laughed aloud, if that expression didn’t irritate her more, than not being able to write one solitary word, before tossing the paper in the air, or on the floor, or just crumpling it up in anger. “There! That’s it for me. I can’t take anymore!” Writer’s block.…… Continue reading In your last letter to me…
Cyranny's Cove 