After Eight Moments…
So if you want to love me Then darlin’ don’t refrain Or I’ll just end up walkin’ In the cold November rain… Guns N’ Roses If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here.
Can I…
touch you there…? Brush my feathers paint you, Love, with my own colors, hang my favorite perfume around your neck, warm you in my highest hopes, lull you to sleep with my sweetest dreams… Can I touch you there, right where fingers just can’t reach?
Take me back…
Maybe I shouldn’t have contacted you, the first time I did… It wasn’t a question, and certainly not an affirmation. He left the thought linger in the air between them, the only thing that separated them at that moment. He knew the words would hurt her. She had a cotton candy heart, and a simple…… Continue reading Take me back…
Wanting Nothing More – Notthedane56
A simple note a brush of courtesy was what could make her day a small intention someone who met her gaze stopping, to pick up something that she’d dropped a text message naming her, asking her, Nothing less than dancing in the moonlight a candlelit supper exchanging glances holding hands the thought of something…… Continue reading Wanting Nothing More – Notthedane56
Looking back on October…
To my own, and only pleasure, it is this time of the month again! I know, I missed a couple of months, and I am sorry for that. Not that anybody has complained about my lack of assiduity, but I must have missed a couple brand new flags, and now, it would require way…… Continue reading Looking back on October…
Mumz…!?
This iznot funny. No matter how hard you laugh!
Meet & Greet Party at Carolina’s….
Hey Lovelies! It’s Halloween day, and since most of us are too old for trick or treating, why not dress up and come party at Carolina’s? Her blog is easy to spot, it’s the one around the corner with all the pretty paintings on the walls!! I’m bringing Tequila and you’ll recognize me easily… I’ll…… Continue reading Meet & Greet Party at Carolina’s….
Halloween night…
Silly souls, fearing fantoms feeling threatened scared of the unknown. Not knowing the delight of being owned, being haunted all year long…
Fading memory…
If someday my memory just dries away, read me your best story every night… Over and over and over again. Every evening, after every sunset, tell me those same words, and bring me with you down the same road. Tell me about the same stars, and the same sighs, and the same dreams… Don’t…… Continue reading Fading memory…
Can we wait until Halloween is over… Please?
Come on! October 30th. Too early. No! No “but”…
