Your name…
As I let my eyes rest on your body still asleep * I wonder how lucky have I had to be? * To win this exclusive place by your side * Fear takes over, my silly self trembles * And I whisper the only reassuring word I know… * Your name…
Category: Prose
Measure…
via Daily Prompt: Measure The raising of my heartbeat, at the sound of your voice The multiplication of fluttering butterflies in my tickled stomach The depth of the endless fall since I chanced to blindly leap… Forget science, these are just empirical measures of my love… For you.
Micro poésie du vendredi…
Et quand nos corps se rejoignirent au bout de l’attente et des milles… Nous ne fîmes rien qui put être comparé de près ou de loin à la luxure… Ton amour glissant sur mes reins… me caressant et mordant à pleines dents dans ma vie. Chaque soupir, bu du coin de…… Continue reading Micro poésie du vendredi…
A little taste…
– Wanna lick it? He said, waving it playfully in my face, just inches from my nose. I don’t lick often, but his tone was full of promises. Pledging that I wouldn’t regret concenting to his treat… He always had his ways with me. Tempting me with his sweet side! Always trying…… Continue reading A little taste…
Listening…
Listening to the sound of her heart, beating while holding her close to mine if only for the thought of really hearing it being far away from her now wondering why she is, and why we are not together holding each other close listening to the sounds of something so simple as the life…… Continue reading Listening…
Slipping…
I fell, I admit it taking a walk along the frozen blue shore of your iris… Please don’t chasten me too much, for my unintended clumsiness….
Later…
via Daily Prompt: Later Writing now about later seems wrong. Shouldn’t I enjoy now, and not care too much, or at least not worry about later for now? Now, will die soon enough becoming then, and thens will add up, and be the past… And later is so uncertain… Take yesterday. Yesterday, I believed later would be as…… Continue reading Later…
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