Walk with me…
Walk with me bare footed, open hearted, free as lovebirds… I don’t want to go anywhere, but I’m dying to go with you!
Category: poetry
True Beauty…
Esthete ain’t selfish Of true beauty be aware And share the wisdom Via today’s Word of the Day Challenge: Esthete
Micro poésie du vendredi…
De la coquetterie, je ne connais pas grand chose… Que ton nom sur mes lèvres, ta passion sous mes ongles, et le doux souvenir de tes doigts sur ma peau!
After Eight Moments…
wish I still had my green days’ beauty to butter on your morning toasts. But no luck honey, my early glory is long gone and done, haunting me like a ghost! If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here.
Blurry…
Enticing shadow, Blurry lines haunting my dreams… Dear morning sorrow. Via today’s Word of the Day Challenge: Enticing
I knew…
I knew, all along, I knew… Even when your Laughter licked my Back, as I walked Through the village. Even when you Mocked me, and Threw your vile Giggles in my sillage. Tell me, who’s laughing Now?? You can all stay In your miserable dirt And drag yourself, do your stupid work! I was never…… Continue reading I knew…
Hawt!
Man, you’re so hot! Making me sweat bullets not lifting a finger, just lying here, my bare skin as an offering to your warm touch. Licking my neck, not giving me a sec, not a split second of respite… I wish I could hide how wet I am, because of you. If I dared to…… Continue reading Hawt!
After Eight Moments…
Instead of fluffy sheep to help me fall asleep, let me count your lovely freckles, as many tiny miracles like stars on the skies of your face, and Darlin’ shall I embrace the whole of your blowing beauty would I ever be so very lucky? I’d never want to wake again hold me forever,…… Continue reading After Eight Moments…
Be I…
Ever since you left, Rainbows turned black and white and woebegone be I. Via today’s Word of the Day: Woebegone
Late evening monologue…
I light a cigarette, fill my cup, tilt my head… I drink your silence, head spinning from the mystery. Your blurred lines forcing me to close my eyes for a moment. Speak softly, but don’t say too much… Men always end up lying anyway. Take care of the sun for me, will you? While…… Continue reading Late evening monologue…
Cyranny's Cove 