Micro poésie du vendredi…
Pétales immaculés, timide biscuit chinois. Gardienne de ma fortune juste à l’orée du bois. Laisse moi t’effeuiller, doigts fébriles, tremblotants. Espérant le retour de mon très tendre amant.
Pétales immaculés, timide biscuit chinois. Gardienne de ma fortune juste à l’orée du bois. Laisse moi t’effeuiller, doigts fébriles, tremblotants. Espérant le retour de mon très tendre amant.
Lick wanderlust right from my lips, Let’s get you lost somewhere ‘round my hips… With you, I would go anywhere! But tell me baby, Now, would you dare? I got us tickets to cloud number nine On the side of the moon where the sun doesn’t shine. Take my hand, lead the way, surprise…… Continue reading Summer Wanderlust…
My dear summertime, I find comfort in your arms… Go away never! Via Fandango’s One Word Challenge: Comfortable
Want a life like A daisy field Full of hopeful daisies Dream daisies filled. Simple, Cute, Common yet so Delicate. Just the little flower Next door, but Still a beauty. And if you’d care To read their petals Everyone would Tell you a story. Want a life like A daisy field. A daisy field……… Continue reading After Eight Moments…
My ear to your chest Listening to your life’s beat Utmost lullaby Via today’s Word of the Day Challenge: Lullaby
Give Give you time Share your wisdom Grant forgiveness Spread the love! Give, Give blindly Share unconditionally Grant without limits Spread to the four winds… Give… You’ll be that much richer! Expectations come with a high price. Being greedy might seem easier, but it is much more rewarding to be nice… Via Word…… Continue reading Give…
Boring beyond your wildest dreams… Dressed in gowns of fiery passion, doe eyes painted over crimson hungry lips. You glance, you chance an arm around my hips. But you’re no fool… You play it cool, whilst peeking behind the mask. You smile, taking a step back. I close my eyes for a second, a…… Continue reading Boring.
Couche ta bouche frémissante d’envies sur ma peau marmelade… Défendu régal, ultime festin d’interdits! Laisse nos corps faire mouche…
Hear the cicada, Summer singing to the moon… The sound of delight!
Let’s get high, You know you want to You know you want to High on Life, You know I’ll let you You know I’ll let you These bonds untie, If only you dare to If only you dare to And as the night unfolds, let me bloom in the dark! Prey on me like an…… Continue reading After Eight Moments…