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 Blue Moon… (September 30th FFF)
. How could IEver forget the burningFeeling of yourPungent lullabiesRunning downMy throat?Burning tales,Running on myHungry tongue.Promising myselfEach and everyTime,It was the last…That by the firstSunset ray,When the headacheHit meI would quitYour fantasy world.For good.Yet, stillI’m thirsty andCraving a word playFix.I just long toGet drunk on your Finely picked words,Again.
. If I close My eyes Tight enough, I can still Hear The sweet melody Of the cast Shadow Of your fingers Running errands Down my Spine and Around my hips… Humming, softly Your most Unspeakable lullabies to my hungry ear. And though you dared Mocking The tone Of my blushing cheeks, The goosebumps On…… Continue reading Sweet melody…
. The increasing rythm of Connor’s flip flops clapping against the concrete while he walked around the pool bluntly betrayed his building enthusiasm. The bus had dropped them at the resort less than two hours earlier, but there was no time to waste. And the young dad wanted to make sure they would enjoy every…… Continue reading Do not disturb… – FFFC
. Emily was flipping through the pages of her guide when a charming young man walked by her side, suddenly slowing down, taking a look around. Apparently considering two or three coffee shops, he turned left and right, before settling for the table next to hers. He put his large bag on one of the…… Continue reading What happens in Italy… – FFFC
. Fighting the ever tempting numbness of sleeping, Vohne had bravely guarded his lover for hours. He could tell that her dreams were stormy to say the least… She constantly kicked and moaned, but at least she was getting a little rest. After every twist and turn of her fragile silhouette, he delicately readjusted her…… Continue reading A little rest…
. Oh Love, Greet me again With your softest sigh… Your warm breath Tickles my neck, my lower back And my thighs… I need to disconnect From our world Even if just for a short moment. Make me feel Like a woman, Like a Lady, not a cunt. Make me forget All the wrong in…… Continue reading Soft sigh…
. Sometimes, I’d too could use The sight Of fourty-three Sunsets Before came the night… . . . If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here. Description for the visually impaired; Close up on grass glowing in the sunset’s warm light.