. J’ai de toi plein la tête,J’ai de toi plein les mainsJ’ai du sang sur les doigtsEt ce sang c’est le mien…J’ai brisé les bouteillesQue tu avais vidéesEt fixé les tessonsLes yeux équarquillés.Dans ce rude combat Du verre contre la chairDès le départC’était tout à fait clairQue les probabilitésJouaient contre moiMalgré tout, ça ne m’a…… Continue reading Délétère….
. Sexy’s not usually Part of my vocabulary… But it so sticks to you, No matter who. You mumble, I stutter But don’t we connect? Our kindred feelings Are as good as it gets… Do you sometimes feel My lips pressed against mine As real as I feel It? Do you sometimes Wonder? What it…… Continue reading Sexy…
. Tonight I dwell,On that precious dayI recall all too wellYour once lovely ways.I wince,I pray…That I didn’t dream outThat story.You might haveStrayed away,But you’ll always remainOne of my fondestMemories.
Slowly Kiss your way To my heart… I don’t care For promises That don’t last. I want fairy tales, Magic tricks, and Pixie dust. Wow me, I’m yours truly From dusk ‘till dusk. Work your fingers Play me Like a Stradivarius… Nothing else matters It’s just about now, Just about us. And I care…… Continue reading Come out and play…
Don’t you miss The soft whisper Of my sweet summer Wits? My secret glares, My unlikely kindred References to a world That is no more? Don’t you miss My squirrel thoughts, Or were they rhino’s? Dreams meant only To be dreamt, Times only To be imagined. Places unexplored Playgrounds offered, But only If you…… Continue reading Do you?
Please look away, Love… I can’t suffer the heat Of your stare Anymore, anyway. Save me from The killing shame of Begging again For an innocent smile… Fantasizing about The feeling of a kiss From your full moon lips, Dare I dream more? Please look away, Love… Please.
”Crimson red”, she thought. Like her favorite lipstick… Like the fine Pinot Noir she had sipped on, just moments ago. The bath’s water was exquisitely warm, like a blanket, wrapped around her. She felt slightly dizzy, and wondered if it was the wine kicking in, or just… Then again, she didn’t really care. Curiously, she…… Continue reading Red…
I was invited (well, not personally, but still…) to join the Fandango’s Friday Flashback! Fandango scrolls back, every Friday, and gives a second chance to a post he had published on the same date the year before. I thought it was a great way to remember some of the stuff I did a while back, and I decided to participate… So…… Continue reading She…(October 18th FFF)
Forgive me for the long mise en place my darling. You deserve nothing but the best, for this very fine dining… You have fancy taste, and there’s nothing I wouldn’t do to please your whimsical palate. Forget the ostentatious ustensils, you can eat with your fingers. The very thought of you devouring me gives me…… Continue reading Fine Bouche…
Just twelve hours ago, the streets and sidewalks were all clear… It smelled and looked like spring. No more! This is what things looked like when I walked back home at midnight… And of course, no one had shoveled the stairs to our apartment… Snow isn’t just snow. There are many types of snow, and…… Continue reading Blurry pictures, for winter lovers…
Cyranny's Cove 