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….’
Category: Thoughts
After Eight Moments…
I know he is handsome… But can we focus on my lucky Chinese cats, please? If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here.
Hot hot hot…
It is hot here, in Montréal today. Not “dang! You’re hawt in that mini-skirt, gal!” hot… More like “I think I’ll sip on a cup of boiling water to refresh myself, hot. Proof (not that you’d doubt me, now, would you??) Outside, we are expecting a good 30 degrees today (sensation of 40). Inside the…… Continue reading Hot hot hot…
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…
After Eight Moments…
Life is a beautiful struggle… If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here.
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!
After Eight Moments…
Better late than never… Life finds a way… If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here.
When We Began…
When we began to consider each others feelings we progressed farther avoiding obstacles discarding innuendo dropping the veils of mistrust and ignorance, shortening the distance between us thus allowing us to see each other for who we really are and who we want each other to see and to know, Knowing what you feel…… Continue reading When We Began…
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.
Micro poésie du vendredi…
Le malheur, comme le froid, ça n’existe pas. * C’est une abscence un vide, un creux, un abyss viscéral. * Etre malheureux, c’est remplir une passoire de sable. * Et se demander où sont passés nos grains de joie……… Continue reading Micro poésie du vendredi…
Cyranny's Cove 