Beware, always…
Beware always, the hand that softly holds your heart! Today might be gentle, but could very well, tomorrow tear it apart!
Tag: love
Until death…. (Tell me a story)
It was a beautiful day, wasn’t it? Her voice trembled a bit, the memories suddenly overwhelming. She repressed a sob, and felt his fingers tightening around her free hand, encouraging her to keep flipping through the pages. She remembered how most of them had disaproved at first. Her friends, her family… Even her…… Continue reading Until death…. (Tell me a story)
Let…
Let your hungry tongue trace my lifeline. I’d want your burning kisses on my pale skin anytime. Napalm caresses down my trembling wrists. Promises unsure, wrapped around your fists. Love me, Tender love me sweet… Don’t let me lay there alone and defeated.
Imagine…
Imagine… A ballet of hands, free minded, no worries. No questions asked. Imagine… Two palms waltzing, tenderly swirling, cheek to cheek. Imagine… Eager digits mixed, closely entwined, fingertips kissing in the moonlight. Imagine… My tiny hand, fragile shaking bird nesting in your protective paw. Sharing our warmth Love unspoken, quiet vow sealed, skin to…… Continue reading Imagine…
Morning Beauty…
Oh so inviting, your silhouette only dressed in early sun rays!
Ghostly yours…
You feel it, don’t you? The warm tickle of my fingers when in bed, your body lingers. My hands haunt the silk to wake you with shivers… You feel it, don’t you? My burning lips every morning, naughty tongue with the water, running down your back to your shower singing. You feel it, don’t…… Continue reading Ghostly yours…
Still life…
Death is not the end, It is just Nature’s hyphen ‘till Love blooms again.
Tell me…
Tell me, Love… Is there sweeter a caress, than the feeling of your name softly whispered on skin bare? Warm lips knitting promises, of goosebumps and shivers… Trembling fingertips eager to sign an unwritten oath of pleasure. Written for today’s Word of the Day Challenge prompt: Oath
Black & White…
My vintage life, Painted black & white… A thousand shades From me to you. As I put the pen down Words come alive, Knitting dreams of themselves A safe haven for two. Do you feel my trembling fingers, As I slip the key around your neck? Bathing in warm memories, I washed away frantically…… Continue reading Black & White…
Withered heart…
Poor withered heart so full of gloom, it spills from your stitches. Little dove, dear love bird your will to fly itches…
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