. Let me pull The bedsheets Under your chin… Sigh out, And take a deep Breath in… It is ok, Everything’s fine I am yours And you’re mine! Nothing else matters As long as we rest, Cuddled up together In our fragile nest… Night night, Dearest Don’t worry, I love you And I wouldn’t want…… Continue reading Our fragile nest…
. Run your fingers Through my hair… If you need a runaway ticket,I’ll be there!Let’s pack up lightFor a road trip to nowhere,Just you and meOur whispers and our stares.And while you driveI’ll giggle and captureThis highway museum’sVery best pictures…Immortalizing everyMile we cover,Step on the speed pedalMake the landscape go blurryPlease, my dear Lover!
Absinthe dreams, Tingling liquid Fingertips Holding the key To the forbidden Land… I walk blinded, Wrist-bound And gagged… Following the Ethereal whispers Of old yearning Fantasies. Should I dare Dip a toe In your dark Waters, and Risk drowning In your haunting Gaze? Another drink, My mind swirls And for a moment I lean on…… Continue reading Absinthe dreams
. Whisper, Ever so softly… Murmur My name. Stutter, Tumbling on The goosebumps Raising upon My skin… Tickle me In unknown ways Please, Love, Whisper your Sweet little nothings To my ear.
. And I shall Exorcise This unsolicited Fantasy, By screaming it From the top Of my lungs Into a Pandora box Sealed shut, With a kiss… Never to be opened, Again!
I was invited (well, not personally, but still) to 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 decided…… Continue reading In the dark… part 2 (February 24th FFF)
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. Oh! Please say my name… It is the sweetest of sounds, When it’s on your lips!
. Lay your sweet Laughter On my cheek. Whisper your sweet Nothings to My ear…. Let me hold you Tight and Near. It might just Be just a Fantasy, But the very Thought of us Soothes me… Mind not my Wandering Feelings, The fault’s on you For being Ever so charming. I apologize Handsome, For…… Continue reading Meek…
. Daydreaming was a super power she had mastered as a child. The autumn wind blew, surprisingly warm on her cheeks, and the smell of the dead humid leaves felt like a soothing organic blanket as she went over the last days’ events one more time. It was good to be away from the city,…… Continue reading Daydream… -FFFC
Cyranny's Cove 