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 Micro poésie du vendredi… (June 9th FFF)
. When I touch myself Whilst thinking of you, I forget who These hands belong to… Eyes closed, dear Muse I seek your smell, I crave your voice I miss your silhouette! Yet again, my imagination Vastly suffices To raise me slowly but surely Closer to paradise… These growling moans All bear your name, You…… Continue reading When I touch myself…
. Sometimes, I think I invented you, out of the blue. Out of boredom maybe, or just because I needed you. An unwritten poem that lingered on my lips when I was about to surrender to sleep. Like a vaporous goodnight kiss, light as a feather brush. I might have painted you angel wings, while…… Continue reading My favorite curse….
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 Measure… (April 14th FFF)
. That’s what I like Most, about you… I think. The way we naturally Sync up, over The smallest of things, Like the soothing sound Of wheels slowly Riding over gravel. A common, yet unusual Trip down Memory Lane. A key unlocking different, Though so similar doors… Opening up on Parallel pasts, not so Very…… Continue reading Gravel roads…
. 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!
Cyranny's Cove 