Awakened by the first rays of light, she watched him as he lay in the messed up linen… God, was he handsome! Imperfectly perfect, and perfectly hers. He had never said so, but she had claimed him as her own anyway. Crawling on his back, covering his naked body with hers, she felt him waking…… Continue reading Sweetest death…
The winds had awakened her early… “Go back to bed, honey” he would have told her, or would he? She wandered in the house, while the freshly made coffee filled the rooms with its comforting smell. She couldn’t get decided to turn on the tv, or the radio. She just enjoyed the silence that…… Continue reading Windy morning…
“Meet me for the 9 O’clock presentation.” She knew he would know which movie to choose, as she sat in the room. She was a little early, and she wondered if he would come. He hadn’t confirmed, nor had he refused the invitation. He liked keeping his options open. He probably wanted to join…… Continue reading An evening out at the theater…
A cold winter night, and such a usual scene for her. Sitting in the glass shelter near the bus stop, she enjoyed the protection from the biting freezing of the evening winds. She was alone, on the simple bench, as she was used to be, at this time of day. A pick up truck…… Continue reading Halo…
“It is unusual to see a male medium… It intrigued me.” She opened her hand, showing her palm to the stranger. As soon as his gaze met the fine lines on her skin, he backed up slightly. “I am affraid I won’t be able to do business with you, sorry about that.” Surprised to say…… Continue reading Fortune Teller…
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.
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Darling, I have spent too many years hungry, pining for a taste of you. © Sarah Doughty
Every evening, as I was about to close my eyes, I longed for the burning feeling of your hands… And I awoke with a chill, proving you had once again spent the night over…
Glisse tout au long de ma cuisse, Cuisine-moi des mots brûlant, Embrasse ma folie passagère, Hier est si loin déjà et demain tarde à venir… Il n’y a que maintenant qui compte, maintenant, ta peau et nos soupirs…
the moment we stepped out the restaurant’s door that night… The evening looked staged as we walked on the snowy sidewalk. The snowflakes seemed to fall in slow motion, giving the street lights a strange halo. As natural as the discussion had been during dinner, silence now seemed the only comfortable option. And the…… Continue reading I remember…
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