Sweet tremors…
You dear, seismograph Of my every heartquake.
Category: Prose
Micro poésie du vendredi…
Via #LyricalFictionFriday J’ai bien tenté de laver toute trace de toi de mon âme. Mais mon coeur est un sanctuaire, et ma foi entretient la flamme…
Daisy smile…
He left flowers at my doorstep every now and then, again. Just a simple daisy bouquet… Signature of a gentleman! Just enough to make me smile, as I hold them in my hands… Walking back inside the house wearing my prettiest daisy smile for him. This is a little thank you post for…… Continue reading Daisy smile…
Lucky me…
So many talented writers, so many outstanding lines… And none of them has even been lucky enough to stare into your eyes…
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.
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