Try…
Try… To find where your lips fit the best, where they tickle me the most. I’ll only give you a thousand tries…
Try… To find where your lips fit the best, where they tickle me the most. I’ll only give you a thousand tries…
I never thought this would become a series… -Well, wrong again, girl! It just seems it has, without asking you! Now, what happened this time, you might wonder… And I’ll try to make a long story short. (Good luck, Cyra!) When I started blogging, Chéri couldn’t care less. He didn’t have any interest in me…… Continue reading Thank you life, for stupid… (3)
via Daily Prompt: Paragon Once insignificant, she had patiently turned every sorrow and every heartache into overlapping layers of astounding strength… Giving herself a flattering, pearly sheen, worthy of any Paragon. Now waiting for The One, to ultimately crack her shell open and garner her… At last.
You’re like good wine… * You make me giggle, you make me smile… You attract my lips like a magnet, around you, I’m febrile. * Please fill my glass again…
via Daily Prompt: Puncture Every sweet intention every thoughtful word Your feather tips poked and softly punctured my slowly mending heart, and inked your name across it… * You fixed it, you keep it… * It is all yours now…
Nikki, from Flying Through Water , is now holding a weekly one-word challenge. This week’s word is “Relax”… Being relaxed is something most people seek, it seems natural to try to avoid stress… What could I possibly write about it, that wouldn’t fall short of interest? And a few minutes ago, as I was going about…… Continue reading Relax…
On the ditherer side? He loves me, he loves me not… Here’s the perfect flower for you! If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here.
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.
Just caught my eye, while walking… V.I.P.? If you’d like to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here.
That’s what I asked Chéri, this afternoon. It has been a beautiful day, here in Montréal. Sunny and warm… Ok, hot. Over 30 degrees – that’s really hot when you live in Freezingland! Chéri proposed that we walked to the grocery store instead of taking the car. Which is always a “yes” for me, because…… Continue reading Are you ashamed of me?