Lucky me…
So many talented writers, so many outstanding lines… And none of them has even been lucky enough to stare into your eyes…
Category: poetry
Porn star…
Sometimes writing is much like being a porn star… Not showing my face but, baring my soul, hoping to tickle something in you… Moving my curvy thoughts, moaning my my deepest dreams, letting my fingers caress the keyboard in less than subtle ways… Trying new angles, wanting to please you… Thank God, for fluffers! Wouldn’t…… Continue reading Porn star…
Just how cocky…
In the era of bright flashy neon sex, I tried to lure you with the simple promise of a romantic candle flame. That’s just how cocky and bold I can be…
Winds…
Trees covered with ice. Winds blowing. Losing grip, on Winter. Warm me in you arms… or let me freeze.
You can try…
You can try to forget me… You can try, to make up your mind, that I am not worth a try… But you know, don’t you? You know we’re made for each other….
No mini skirt…
She didn’t need any mini skirt to make her sexy… When he told her just how clever he found her to be. She felt as if she had cleavage running right down to her knees.
Silver lining…
Grey clouds, grey thoughts aligning still on the look out for the silver lining… Knowing all too well that in the end, though screaming would feel good, silence is golden.
Sweet…
Oh, the sweet sound of your voice, the sweet sound of your sighs… The sweet taste of your burning lips. The sweet sight of your smile. All those sweet little nothings wrapped in the greatness of you. No wonder I never hesitated to walk, for you, the extra Mile….
Micro poésie du vendredi…
Univers paresseux! Ô la douleur d’être si naïve. Ou plutôt la déception, de ne plus pouvoir l’être désormais. J’aurais dû me rappeler qu’un coeur vaillant devrait toujours porter une pelisse de fer forgé.
Lovely spring morning…
Via today’s Daily Prompt: Shock Lovely spring morning, awakened by the phone ring. There, in my sleepy ear a voice from the past. Evoking years back, memories folded and thoughtfully filed. Kept in albums tied with white ribbons… Your face, your smile, one only dance danced in the dark. Your love, never granted… Reserving…… Continue reading Lovely spring morning…
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