Telling her what I knew, what I know leaving nothing to the imagination, save for one thing, A trifle a thought the one secret, I kept from her her prying eyes, her wandering gaze waiting, watching, a sea of expectations set adrift Telling her what I thought about her felt about, lusted about wanted…… Continue reading Keeping Secrets…
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…
Girl reading a letter at an open window – Johannes Vermeer She’d been reading my thought letters again God how I wish she’d stay out of my head! Sitting, writing prose words combined, patterns seeing other ways feelings, feelings, She only had to look at me without a word exchanged between us, She only…… Continue reading My Thought Letters…
via Daily Prompt: Distant A ray of sunshine peeked through the dancing tree leaves just outside the bedroom window. She didn’t believe in curtains. She much preferred to be awakened by the rising sun than by any alarm clock. She considered stretching out to the phone, calling in sick and spending her day in bed,…… Continue reading Distant…
A contest of thought brought to mind how many times she entered my memory, Upon waking or, entertaining the last waking moments she tended to reside sitting in my armchair staring at the fire, as if she could read my mind, It pleasured her, you know possessing the thought of someone thinking about her…… Continue reading Contest…
I felt like being blown away with her ways, wild and windy, She blew into my life, taking me by storm, never allowing me to catch my breath, once A Tempest, she was waiting out her storm was never an option, I possessed Being blown away in her maelstrom swept me off my feet,…… Continue reading Wild & Windy…
via Daily post prompt – Buff She put a log in the fire, and returned silently to the kitchen. The kettle was about to whistle, and she took it off the stove, just in time. She wasn’t thirsty, per say, but making tea was a ritual that calmed her, and she needed just that. To…… Continue reading The letter…
I wanted to write poems, about the hot water running down your lower back… But the sight of the drops flowing on your naked skin pleasantly numbed me beyond the very concept of rhymes and prose…
She sat as the writing cabinet. Alone at last, she let a burning tear run down her cheek. She turned her fountain pen over and over again, wondering where to start, and what to say… For too long, the silence had settled, punching her in the chest a hundred times a day, leaving her…… Continue reading My Dear,
She was someone who did things to my mind that no one else had ever done, She lived her life and I lived mine, separate in our own existence running parallel to each other never quite meeting, never quite connecting, I tuned my thoughts into hers, but sometimes the static broke and disturbed…… Continue reading She Was Someone…
Cyranny's Cove 