Like shooting stars murmuring, “make a wish, make a wish!” Multiplying, crashing like soft wet mini-bombs, softly on my lips… Thousands of warm thoughts, hopes, dreams melting as my skin they meet… Your name writen in crystal fashioned letters, all over my Santa wish list…
Why? Why not, and all that’s in between. Thoughts too loud, the day just beginning… Too early to wonder, to late to change anything… Better go back to bed, nothing equals dreaming.
Starting at the bottom, step by step, upping my game, always looking high… I’ll paint my lips bright red as fire, curl my hair I’ll wrap my body in the finest silk, showing just enough, not showing too much… I’ll sing with a crystal voice, charming them with my words, with my thoughts, with…… Continue reading When the best, I’ll be…
Un sourire tout petit tout simple, comme une fleur… À porter subtilement, accoté délicatement sur ton coeur. Un calin, petite douceur… juste un sourire.
Underwater sweet chants, hear it if you think you can… If only you knew my whale friend, how I long for the feeling, the touch of your fin on my lonely whale’s skin…
La mort par les roses, pensa-t-elle, la mort par les roses… * Par les petites intentions, par la douceur, par de toutes simples choses… * La mort par les roses, pensa-t-elle, la mort par son addictive prose. This is my participation to Mindlovemisery’s Menagery First Line Friday post.
Deep, soothing so reassuring… Like a blanket around my shoulders, or the comforting arms of a lover… Welcoming as a nest, I can call “home”, always the right pace and the most perfect tone… The lighthouse that’ll always show the way, that’ll save me from mermaids and take me safely back to bay… …… Continue reading Deep…
Oh Leonard…. https://youtu.be/QbuiHySu650 Hoping you enjoy, as much as I do.
I always envied cats and their ways of living… Nap, eat, eat, nap… Play a little too. But I don’t need nine lives honey… One’s well enough for me, if I can spend it with you…
Her silhouette waiting on the foot of your bed, her sigh on your cheek your head on her thigh… Trying to lull out of you a confession, or ten letting you slip into sleep before the moon got high… Were you disappointed when she went missing in the morning? Do you remember,…… Continue reading Remember Pepper?
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