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…
Via today’s Daily Prompt: Captivating Flames flickering in the late night’s darkness and silence… Timid lighthouse guiding my sombre thoughts. Unsaid wanderings of the mind screaming loud in the dim light of the candle. Captivating sight… If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here. Description for blind readers: Close…… Continue reading After Eight Moments…
I’ll bloom, I’ll open up, and grow like a lily to the heat of Spring… And wait for you to pick me up…. At long last. .
Yup… We’re not done with winter! Dang… .
Cyranny's Cove 