Micro poésie du vendredi…
Vais-je…? Suis-je…? Devrais-je…? Puis-je…? Sûrement, pas, demain, peut-être… Pas.
Category: short
K.O….
I won’t quit without a fight. But I don’t want to go on… Knock me down please, Life!
Darkness…
Watching the dim, flickering dancing light, she wondered… Should she blow on the flame? Should she let it burn her fingertips… Either way, she’d end up in the dark.
Sweet dreams…
Closing her eyes was not a slip into a restfull night… It was a shortcut to his long wanted, welcoming embrace. Morpheus’ arms? she giggled to herself, ‘So much for me’… ‘I need no God to look over my sleep! Just him….’
Like Summer….
Lay your warmth on my yearning body, make me sweat, effortlessly. Make me wish you’ll stay forever… And if you have to go, make sure you’ll always come back. Make me forget the upcoming Winter…
Blossom…
via Daily Prompt: Blossom You protected her… Cared and worried about her… You fed her every needs, relentlessly… And though you might have given up on her when it finally happens… She will, blossom!
Would you…
Would you lend me your lap, just long enough, to lean against your chest and plant a few wisely chosen whisper down your ear…? Tomorrow, you can blame the liquor. But you know you don’t have to… My dear.
Try…
Try… To find where your lips fit the best, where they tickle me the most. I’ll only give you a thousand tries…
Like good wine…
You’re like good wine… * You make me giggle, you make me smile… You attract my lips like a magnet, around you, I’m febrile. * Please fill my glass again…
Yours now…
via Daily Prompt: Puncture Every sweet intention every thoughtful word Your feather tips poked and softly punctured my slowly mending heart, and inked your name across it… * You fixed it, you keep it… * It is all yours now…
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