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Me myself and I · poetry

Black bird…

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. Black bird, Whenever you sing… My heart beats faster And I am longing For the brush of your feathers On my ivory skin Black bird, Whenever you sing. You whisper To my sleep-lacking ears, Tickling my secret desires Just as you fuel up my fears. In the end, with you My odds are thin.…… Continue reading Black bird…

Blogging · Daily Prompt · Fiction · Second chance · stories

Succumb… (October 14th FFF)

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I was invited (well, not personally, but still…) to join the Fandango’s Friday Flashback! Fandango scrolls back, every Friday, and gives a second chance to a post he had published on the same date, years before. I thought it was a great way to remember some of the stuff I did a while back, and I…… Continue reading Succumb… (October 14th FFF)

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Rush… (April 9th FFF)

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I was invited (well, not personally, but still…) to join the Fandango’s Friday Flashback! Fandango scrolls back, every Friday, and gives a second chance to a post he had published on the same date, years before. I thought it was a great way to remember some of the stuff I did a while back, and I…… Continue reading Rush… (April 9th FFF)

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If we be wrong… (November 13th FFF)

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I was invited (well, not personally, but still…) to join the Fandango’s Friday Flashback! Fandango scrolls back, every Friday, and gives a second chance to a post he had published on the same date, years before. I thought it was a great way to remember some of the stuff I did a while back, and I…… Continue reading If we be wrong… (November 13th FFF)

30 Day Writing Challenge · Blogging · challenge · Fiction · Second chance · stories

Trouble…

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Previously published on February 16th of 2017.   The wind was blowing strongly in the backstreet, whistling through the old windows’ cracks…  But her flat was an oasis in the winter’s cold,  and she knew it. Hundreds of times, she had imagined walking up the stairs, followed by his footsteps, wondering what would happen if…… Continue reading Trouble…

Blogging · Fiction · Second chance · stories

Trouble…

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Previously published on February 16th of 2018.   The wind was blowing strongly in the backstreet, whistling through the old windows’ cracks…  But her flat was an oasis in the winter’s cold,  and she knew it. Hundreds of times, she had imagined walking up the stairs, followed by his footsteps, wondering what would happen if…… Continue reading Trouble…

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Desire – Word of the Day Challenge

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Today’s Word of the Day is Desire. If you want to participate create a pingback to link your post. Not sure how to do that? See how to create pingbacks here. . via Desire — Word of the Day Challenge

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Stunning…

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  I need nothing ornamental to feel strong and desirable… A couple of feathers tied to my hips to tickle your rough, manly fingertips. Diamond gloss painted on my burning lips, shunting your mouth to my tender kiss. Wearing all the stars you picked from the skies, shining bright and forever in the deep pools…… Continue reading Stunning…

Blogging · Daily Prompt · poetry

Rush…

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Via today’s Daily Prompt: Rush   The anticipation building fast, come here Love, before never wast, tomorrow will never come, all there is, is lying here… The loud pound of two hearts, at long last so very near, fingers finally clutching to shivering skin. Lips on a mission, sharing passions akin, I can’t get enough…… Continue reading Rush…

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If we be wrong…

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Silence never tasted so good. The almost silence, lingering in the shadows of the room. The dimmed light of the city, filtered through the tall laced curtains. Our silhouettes, snuggling on the couch, away from the outside fury of life. “What from here?” Normal people would say. I just enjoy the beating of your heart…… Continue reading If we be wrong…