Et mon cœur d’hiberner jusqu’à ce que nos saisons s’accordent enfin… * Les bourgeons verts de l’amour nouveau, La chaleur candide de tes paumes sur ma peau. Je laisserai tomber une à une mes feuilles pour toi, savourer le doux frisson du ballet de tes doigts… * Le temps pourrait bien s’écouler, comme un…… Continue reading Micro poésie du vendredi…
Of all my addictions, he was, by far, the worst. For no money could buy me a fix. Never underestimate having to go through withdrawal, without ever using.
In the middle of her most sexy dream where the passion ran hot and her desire, without end, her dream lover, exerting everything she could imagine while being so caring, understanding responsive to her every needs thinking only of her, while being a good listener… -being awakened by me “let the cat out, won’t…… Continue reading Never Forgiven – Notthedane56
She gestured to me “Wouldn’t you like to go for a ride?” In back of her was a large balloon, “No way”, I said. “That is just thin material, not very strong filled with hot air, rising up to heights better left to the birds, looking down on everything and everyone, not much use…… Continue reading Go for a Ride? – Notthedane56
She kicked me hard enough to get my attention, while we made pleasant conversation about the violence that affected our society…. This short story 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 Under the Table – Notthedane56
Te calligrafier dans des milliers de langues, à rendre jalouses toutes les femmes de la terre. Pour un sourire, une caresse, un soupir, une étincelle de fierté une étreinte, même légère…
I can’t say I didn’t see it coming… But I did everything I could, to keep us from finally breaking, back into two.. Now, walk away… There’s nothing left for you to see. No words will ever make this anything close to easy… Don’t speak, I don’t want to be hurt by…… Continue reading Don’t…
What happened to our maybes? How could we run out, with so many? Where did you hide them, give them back to me. Please, now bring back our sweet maybes…
Your arms, a fortress… The only place safe enough, for my heart to call “home”.
Can’t you hear the sound of thousands of hearts sobbing loudly? Can’t you feel the pain of so many lives aching from your broken promises? The night is cold, and we struggle to believe the light of dawn will indeed come… But there’s still hope, we still dreams, we’re alive, waiting for you to…… Continue reading What about us?
Cyranny's Cove 