Micro poésie du vendredi…
via Daily Prompt: Tender La tendresse, c’est avoir une main sur ta nuque et l’autre sur ton cœur… * C’est la façon naturelle, de me couvrir de ton regard protecteur… . .
Whole…
Strike the chord, of my heart, your fingers playing it like a harp… * Lay your words, on my skin, each line leaving me, for more, moaning… * Through the night, serenade my body, caress my psyche… …… Continue reading Whole…
After Eight Moments…
This telephone post has seen its share of missing cats, neighbourhood parties and garage sales announcements… And it has the scars to prove it! . . . If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here.
Thank you life, for stupid! (2)
It is quite a job to entertain people. I don’t consider myself an entertainer. When people enjoy my posts I just go “Yay” in my living room (ok, most of the time in my office – with booh-boss rolling his eyes), and when my stats crash for a day or two, I (try to) just…… Continue reading Thank you life, for stupid! (2)
Saving herself.
She counted the jars, waiting for the water to boil. Hoping she had enough of them, as she plunged the glass containers in the steamy pot, one by one. She had a lot to take care of. Canning her dreams, canning her hopes, canning her love… Before it went bad. So many Spring memories,…… Continue reading Saving herself.
Picture battle! Momma VS Cyra…
You wanna play the cute card, Momma? Alright! Game on! *wink* To see Momma’s post, click here.
After Eight Moments…
Butterfly dreams, over a warm June sunset… If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here.
Nombril de semaine…
Good morning Lovelies! It’s been a while since my last “Nombril de semaine”, hasn’t it? Some of you might remember my Wednesday posts, used to share the work of others, although I have put that little tradition on the backburner for a while now. But not for good. We’ve all started from scratch when…… Continue reading Nombril de semaine…
Keeping Secrets…
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…
Kiss me…
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…
