Violent love…
Fury on stilettos, carmine wearing Lilith, I howl my love for you throughout the City… Rubbing my slit wrists smearing every bricked wall, every fence. Shaken with fever… Leaving your name for all to see, in disturbing scarlet letters!
Tag: passion
Us…
How could I ever translate my love for you into words? It didn’t even exist before we met… I thought I had known love when our eyes first engaged in this mysterious tango, in the middle of the crowd. I thought I had felt it many times… But it was all just silliness.…… Continue reading Us…
Burning Love…
Lay your turpentine blistering lips, on my self-consuming body… I yearn for a trail of Napalm kisses, scarring every inch of me. Burn, Bomb, Destroy! Annihilate, Ruin, Spoil… Smolder me and spread the ashes to the winds. I wish not to survive this journey of pleasures and sins… Via today’s Word of…… Continue reading Burning Love…
Midnight drink…
Fill my glass, honey forget liquor, forget wine… Serve me the perfect cocktail, a fifty-fifty mix, on the rocks, of sweet and sour extasy, and tongue burning passion. Oh, and hand me a straw….
After Eight Moments…
Now, if that’s not an After Eight moment, I wonder what would be! Wow… Exactly one month ago, I was launching the After Eight Moments series, quite honestly thinking it wouldn’t last more than a week, maybe less… I wanted to give an old love a chance… Photography. I did take pictures regularly, but…… Continue reading After Eight Moments…
When, She Told Me…
Strains of Rock and Roll a guitar riff echoed My mind’s wine like empty bottles, lying about The waiting waiting never seemed easier to get, What, I wanted, What, she wanted Crawling along the bed like her fingers across my skin I grabbed the edges of the sheets like…… Continue reading When, She Told Me…
Conflagration…
Her fiery thoughts threatening to flare up when her passions were at the boiling point my eyebrows, singed and blackened even couldn’t be doused by my sweaty palms and teary, blinking eyes Throwing water on her now would only cause steamy dreams increasing the mystery as I drew hearts and arrows on the mirrors…… Continue reading Conflagration…
Dressed to kill…
Fearing for my life such a trifle, when she wore her red dress and sharpened her nails, Do you desire me? she asked while she circled a tigress smelling blood the prey, feeling somewhat scared was a good word intimidated, hunted, bound and left to die a horrible death, torn from limb to…… Continue reading Dressed to kill…
You are a memory…
Year after year, time after time, I longed for you in silence… Imagining you in their anonymous arms, when you should have been mine. And once every blue moon, my call in the night, like a wolf’s howl, drew you to my lair to appease my appetite. Oh the nights of tenderness, waking…… Continue reading You are a memory…
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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