Cover me…
Cover me with your butterfly kisses… I’ve had enough of caterpillar love . . .
Category: short
Helpless…
She sat on the top stair, in silence. She longed to find the right words to break the ice, but in doubt, she preferred to keep her thoughts to herself. He stood in front of her, tall even with his rounded back. He suffered, she knew it. He had probably hurt for longer than…… Continue reading Helpless…
Me…
If only I was a little more… If only I was a little less… * If only… But if I was, I wouldn’t be * me.
Memories
She went through the album slowly, letting the tip of her fingers go from one picture to the next, as if she could make a braille reading of their past together. The first time we met… She murmured as she stared at his ever disarming smile. She didn’t believe in love at first sight…… Continue reading Memories
I would…
I’d choose you, was I allowed to, did you want me to, was I lucky enough to be offered to offer myself whole and forever to you, and only you… * I would… Forget the past, and stop looking for the future, I would live eternally in the moment,…… Continue reading I would…
Micro poésie du vendredi…
via Daily Prompt: Tender La tendresse, c’est avoir une main sur ta nuque et l’autre sur ton cœur… * C’est la façon naturelle, de me couvrir de ton regard protecteur… . .
Saving herself.
She counted the jars, waiting for the water to boil. Hoping she had enough of them, as she plunged the glass containers in the steamy pot, one by one. She had a lot to take care of. Canning her dreams, canning her hopes, canning her love… Before it went bad. So many Spring memories,…… Continue reading Saving herself.
Kiss me…
she whispered, her fingers gripping his coat’s collar, pressing herself to his chest. His fast breathing betraying his desire to surrender to her bold request. He wanted to give in, she knew it, but she felt him still pulling back a little… What would he come up with, this time? – I’m not too…… Continue reading Kiss me…
Micro poésie du vendredi…
Je suis désolée. J’ai bien essayé, mais ton prénom ne peut être simplement dit… Il doit être sussuré, du bout des lèvres, les yeux fermés.
Some people dream…
of staring down the Grand Canyon together… Or Sitting near Niagara Falls. They think they’ll have seen it all once they share a view from the top of the Eiffel Tower, or have walked in the Sahara desert hand in hand. Fools… They should try just five minutes in a crowded parking lot…… Continue reading Some people dream…
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