Try…
Try… To find where your lips fit the best, where they tickle me the most. I’ll only give you a thousand tries…
Tag: relationship
Like good wine…
You’re like good wine… * You make me giggle, you make me smile… You attract my lips like a magnet, around you, I’m febrile. * Please fill my glass again…
Yours now…
via Daily Prompt: Puncture Every sweet intention every thoughtful word Your feather tips poked and softly punctured my slowly mending heart, and inked your name across it… * You fixed it, you keep it… * It is all yours now…
Cover me…
Cover me with your butterfly kisses… I’ve had enough of caterpillar love . . .
Helpless…
She sat on the top stair, in silence. She longed to find the right words to break the ice, but in doubt, she preferred to keep her thoughts to herself. He stood in front of her, tall even with his rounded back. He suffered, she knew it. He had probably hurt for longer than…… Continue reading Helpless…
Are you ashamed of me?
That’s what I asked Chéri, this afternoon. It has been a beautiful day, here in Montréal. Sunny and warm… Ok, hot. Over 30 degrees – that’s really hot when you live in Freezingland! Chéri proposed that we walked to the grocery store instead of taking the car. Which is always a “yes” for me, because…… Continue reading Are you ashamed of me?
Memories
She went through the album slowly, letting the tip of her fingers go from one picture to the next, as if she could make a braille reading of their past together. The first time we met… She murmured as she stared at his ever disarming smile. She didn’t believe in love at first sight…… Continue reading Memories
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…
My Thought Letters…
Girl reading a letter at an open window – Johannes Vermeer She’d been reading my thought letters again God how I wish she’d stay out of my head! Sitting, writing prose words combined, patterns seeing other ways feelings, feelings, She only had to look at me without a word exchanged between us, She only…… Continue reading My Thought Letters…
Distant…
via Daily Prompt: Distant A ray of sunshine peeked through the dancing tree leaves just outside the bedroom window. She didn’t believe in curtains. She much preferred to be awakened by the rising sun than by any alarm clock. She considered stretching out to the phone, calling in sick and spending her day in bed,…… Continue reading Distant…
Cyranny's Cove 