Oh how I miss the feeling of your lips, whispering your mountain secrets so close to my ear that I would have sworn they were a little voice in my head, never leaving me alone… Never in a creepy way, though, just like a warm presence, I could take along, walking in my forests.…… Continue reading Your mountains, my forests…
J’ai été impatiente, puérile, jalouse, insistante… J’ai été impossible parfois, futile et exaspérante avec toi… Mais douté, ça jamais. Et te prendre pour acquis, même un instant, je n’oserais.
Ethereal thoughts, tickling my skin. Wrapped in haze, lost in my reveries. Lost forever, and lost by all means in the hypnotic meanders of my vespertine dreams…
A dried leaf, running afloat on the waters, sometimes calm, sometimes furious… My sundried warm thoughts, sailing the river of you…
Calling you, calling out, to share a few words, to share a few thoughts… And then, I remembered how much I like you, and I put the receiver back down. Via today’s Daily Prompt: Calling
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…
Between awakeness and sleep. Between my clumsy ways and your sleek manners, and I don’t compare… I don’t know how I could ever think… I had what it took to please what you seeked. I am sorry for failing you.
My vision trying to gain insight into your lofty ideals unfortunately was greatly reduced, my sunglasses shielding my eyes from your ethereal radiance…. This piece is the work of Notthedane56. You can find a lot more of his poetry, fiction and humor on his main site Everything in and around Denmark and on his…… Continue reading Lofty Ideals – Notthedane56
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.
Cyranny's Cove 