Tamed…
“We’re all good, and we’re all evil it’s in all of us…” She hushed. So why all the fuss about him? “He saw the monster in me, he did…” Pause. “And he tamed it!”
Category: short
Third degree…
Via today’s One Word Prompt: Degree Your love burnt me to the third degree… Now, that’s going to leave a mark, baby!
Whale tale…
Underwater sweet chants, hear it if you think you can… If only you knew my whale friend, how I long for the feeling, the touch of your fin on my lonely whale’s skin…
Micro poésie du vendredi…
La mort par les roses, pensa-t-elle, la mort par les roses… * Par les petites intentions, par la douceur, par de toutes simples choses… * La mort par les roses, pensa-t-elle, la mort par son addictive prose. This is my participation to Mindlovemisery’s Menagery First Line Friday post.
Loving Her Differently – Notthedane56
I asked her what she needed wanted, she wanted me to love her differently The need speaking her mind with me really wanting to comply making me turn the bed around thus, 90 degrees…. So little effort, to save our relationship with This piece is the work of Notthedane56. You can find…… Continue reading Loving Her Differently – Notthedane56
Deep…
Deep, soothing so reassuring… Like a blanket around my shoulders, or the comforting arms of a lover… Welcoming as a nest, I can call “home”, always the right pace and the most perfect tone… The lighthouse that’ll always show the way, that’ll save me from mermaids and take me safely back to bay… …… Continue reading Deep…
Nine lives…
I always envied cats and their ways of living… Nap, eat, eat, nap… Play a little too. But I don’t need nine lives honey… One’s well enough for me, if I can spend it with you…
Homemade- #1MinFiction
While others were emptying their bank accounts, cursing in over-crowded malls, she just sat by the stove. A nice cup of tea, two large servings of homemade jam simmering on the stove and mason jars lovingly labelled and alligned on the table. “This is the most wonderful time of the year!” This is my third…… Continue reading Homemade- #1MinFiction
Remember Pepper?
Her silhouette waiting on the foot of your bed, her sigh on your cheek your head on her thigh… Trying to lull out of you a confession, or ten letting you slip into sleep before the moon got high… Were you disappointed when she went missing in the morning? Do you remember,…… Continue reading Remember Pepper?
Waiting to exhale…
When you take my breath away… You have to give it back, eventually. Or at least offer mouth-to-mouth. Otherwise, it’s called murder, Love!
Cyranny's Cove 