Vintage Notes…
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Tag: late night
Red…
”Crimson red”, she thought. Like her favorite lipstick… Like the fine Pinot Noir she had sipped on, just moments ago. The bath’s water was exquisitely warm, like a blanket, wrapped around her. She felt slightly dizzy, and wondered if it was the wine kicking in, or just… Then again, she didn’t really care. Curiously, she…… Continue reading Red…
Just thinking…
I hate this kind of evenings… My fingers itch, but I know I have to keep them from hitting the “send” button. I failed too many times before, surrendering to the aching late night feelings for connexion. I don’t feel bad, I don’t feel blue. The angel on my right shoulder is just asleep,…… Continue reading Just thinking…
Postponed Spring…
Mr Frost has not packed up and left just yet… Description for the visually impaired; View from my living room window at night. The street light shows the late-March snow flurry.
M – Part seventeen…
Collapsed on my sectional sofa, with just a very soft music for an ambiance, we toast to the beginning of my well-earned vacation. We get the yapping started, and talk about all and nothing, smoking like two chimneys. The lights are dimmed, the wine is good and the music is soothing. We chat about…… Continue reading M – Part seventeen…
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…
Late night fiction…
They had agreed to meet in the park, after dusk. Alone, once, just to settle things right. She was sitting on the bench as previously discussed, and he came out of the shadows at the given time. Walking slightly slower than he used to, maybe a little scared about this strange encounter he was…… Continue reading Late night fiction…
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