The distinct scratching of the ball point pen on paper. Or the clicking on the keyboard, with this waltz of my fingers Some need liquor. Some need a buzz. Some need a good fuck. Some need love… All caught in our addiction, trying hard to pull through… Screaming at the top of your lungs…… Continue reading The need…
Kinky black satin, Keep safe my favorite secrets of skin deep pillow talk… Via today’s Word of the Day: Satin
I know how to stitch, know how to sew on… I know how to bring all the pieces back to one. I know,but I choose my heart not to mend. For you cannot break again what’s already broken. Forever you shall remain, my very favorite scar. And that, my Dearest, is just how painfully…… Continue reading Unmended…
There was a man called Kevin, Who was quite keen on writing. His poems tickled my heart, And made me want to praise his fine art, But I paled miserably, while trying! Little wink at Kevin, from newauthoronline 😉
A mere murmur, muffled confession, reminiscence of what is no more. The moon beams never lie….
Like wind, all things refuse to stay. No lasting place is here; All rosy cheeks will fade away, Each smile – and every tear. * Why then be full of sorrow. Distress and harm don’t last; Like leaves, they’re gone tomorrow – Time and man are soon past. * All vanishes away – away!…… Continue reading Never to return…
Dry, empty and flawed… feeling always like a fraud. Too much love to give, too few hands held out, to receive it, Too many dreams sketched on beaches of sandy doubts. *** Dry, empty and flawed… Feeling always like a fraud. Wanting words to be immortal, yet feeling as they fade, terribly ethereal… Terribly…… Continue reading Dry…
Let my hand get lost in yours… I want to feel the wind on my silly fingers, running, febrile, along your life line… Hold tight, don’t let go! Wet palms, as I sigh, wrapped around your little finger… Let my hand get lost in yours Forever…
What was yesterday, fades in the new morning dew… All shall disappear. Via today’s Daily Prompt: Disappear
And I shall cover the earth in whites and pinks… For everyone to see, that I would never let feet so delicate, walk on anything, but cherry blossom silk! If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here. Description for the visually impaired; Close up on cherry tree blossom…… Continue reading After Eight Moments…
Cyranny's Cove 