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, years before. I thought it was a great way to remember some of the stuff I did a while back, and I…… Continue reading Blue Moon… (September 30th FFF)
. How could IEver forget the burningFeeling of yourPungent lullabiesRunning downMy throat?Burning tales,Running on myHungry tongue.Promising myselfEach and everyTime,It was the last…That by the firstSunset ray,When the headacheHit meI would quitYour fantasy world.For good.Yet, stillI’m thirsty andCraving a word playFix.I just long toGet drunk on your Finely picked words,Again.
. If I close My eyes Tight enough, I can still Hear The sweet melody Of the cast Shadow Of your fingers Running errands Down my Spine and Around my hips… Humming, softly Your most Unspeakable lullabies to my hungry ear. And though you dared Mocking The tone Of my blushing cheeks, The goosebumps On…… Continue reading Sweet melody…
. Just take a moment, Run away From the city, From the noise, From the sirens. Run to a river, Sit alone, Enjoy the almost silence. Nothing can fix you Better, Than water’s Singing. Disconnect If only for a day, To reconnect With your true self…
. It always starts With ‘’just a walk’’… And then, The Little Things Whisper softly To my ear, Letting me see The world through The eyes Of a bumblebee…. . . . If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here. Description for the visually impaired; Close up on a…… Continue reading After Eight Moments…
. Oh Love, Greet me again With your softest sigh… Your warm breath Tickles my neck, my lower back And my thighs… I need to disconnect From our world Even if just for a short moment. Make me feel Like a woman, Like a Lady, not a cunt. Make me forget All the wrong in…… Continue reading Soft sigh…
. Sometimes, I’d too could use The sight Of fourty-three Sunsets Before came the night… . . . If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here. Description for the visually impaired; Close up on grass glowing in the sunset’s warm light.
. Sweet child of the sun, Shine on us, proudly wear your Fiery petal crown!
. It only took So many blunt lies And half truths, To buff away The outline of My trust. Now, You seem disappointed, Confused. But you skillfully Bedimmed all of Our borders… So blame yourself And yourself only, If I now seem So very Blurry.
. He loves me… He loves me not! Thought hurting me like A paper cut. Not much blood shed But the wound burns, My mind spirals The flower turns. He loves me… He loves me not! I trust fate I really do, but… It doesn’t matter, You know? It’s true. Because, my Love I do…… Continue reading After Eight Moments…
Cyranny's Cove 