. Bent over the table, a sigh escaped her pouting lips while she stared at the pen in her hand. This is ridiculous – she thought to herself. Why was she so nervous? She had gone through the pros and cons of writing to him several times, and her mind was clear now. With a…… Continue reading What if… – FFF
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. Je t’aime… Mais pas d’un amour Traditionnel, pas d’un Amour convenu Je ne serai pas celle Qui portera à son doigt La promesse de ton jonc Et qui aura la chance De partager ton nom… Mais je t’aime quand même, Au delà des conventions D’un amour rebel D’un amour polisson. D’un amour secret, Qui…… Continue reading Je t’aime…
. I’d love you a river I’d love you a sea I’d love you forever Plus a day, two or three… I’d love you a pond I’d love you a lake I’d love you just a puddle If that’s all it would take! I’d love you a chapel I’d love you a church I’d love…… Continue reading I’d love you…
. Her eyes had closed instinctively, at the touch of his lips upon hers. Pressed against his chest, she felt as a teenager enjoying her first kiss in the parking lot of the local mall. She wanted throw her arms around his waist to hug him, but thought he might take it the wrong way.…… Continue reading Dangerous… Part 3
. T’ai-je jamais demandé La moindre chose? Le moindre sourire, Le moindre soupir, Le moindre baiser Soufflé Par delà l’abîme Qui nous sépare? T’ai-je jamais demandé La moindre chose? Le moindre pacte, Le moindre serment, La moindre promesse D’un sentiment En garde, Partagé… T’ai-je jamais demandé? Non, Alors laisse-moi T’aimer en silence Discrètement Et à…… Continue reading T’ai-je jamais demandé?
. The soft fullmoon’s glow highlighted his greying hair. How many time had she imagined running her delicate fingers through it? How many times had she thought about telling him? Now standing together in the darkness, her feelings were a pure paradox. She just couldn’t tell what she wanted… Else than for him to break…… Continue reading Dangerous… Part 2
. The song’s last notes died in the air, calling for a little break from the dance floor. She wasn’t a great dancer, far from it. But a few drinks and a couple of encouraging cheers from the other girls had been enough to shush that little voice in her head. This constant inner whisper,…… Continue reading Dangerous…
. Boiling thoughts, I blame Summer… You say my name And I hear thunder, Lightning strikes And strikes again While I wish For a wandering hand… Running up My burning thigh Will you be my fix, My personal high? Hurricane me Without a notice, It is high season For perfect bliss! Faster, faster Tease this…… Continue reading The perfect storm…
. . She, Thoughts bouncing off The walls… Questions Piling up, pink Petal tears dropping… Dropping, Dropping. Reminiscing their entwined Curious fingers, Sharing childhood memories. Not so innocent moments But so very uplifting. Dark self-whispers Taking their turn Did he? Didn’t he? Loves he me not? Echoing in The middle of her room’s Pitch-black silence,…… Continue reading Monologues…
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