I toss the embers with my bare fingers. Burning so sweetly… I’d much rather ache from the memory of your fiery touch, than just forget and loose so much… I need the bitterness if it can keep alive just one caress. It’s only in the gloom that light’s beauty truly blooms…
He sat there for what could have been the hundredth time. Back arched over his notebook, rewriting the story to keep all the little details alive in his memory. He scratched the paper, relentlessly, filling the pages under the amused looks of pedestrians. He had long become the neighbourhood’s curiosity. The bus stop’s bench…… Continue reading The bus stop…
A thousand silky white flags. A thousand unbreakable promises. A thousand hopeful longing sighs. A thousand blown sweet kisses… A thousand steps A thousand days A thousand words A thousand ways A thousand “I love yous” bearing your name… If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about,…… Continue reading After Eight Moments…
And I don’t care what age you are… Kissing in the rain is the best! The Legacy Letters, by Carew Papritz If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here. Description for the visually impaired: Close up on a dead tree leaf, covered with pearls of rain. (via Kate’s photo Prompt: Close up)
Life sometimes is cruel and hearts can suffer May fate one day bless us bringing our souls again closer I don’t mind loneliness if we can be alone together Side by side, my hand in yours sharing the afterlife forever! If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here. Description for…… Continue reading After Eight Moments…
The sun never asked the flower to follow it. The flower seeks the warm rays no matter what. Naturally, the sun shows up, and the flower turns to it. So maybe you understand better now, Why I glow the second you enter a room. It was meant to be, to me you’re perfectly fit! …… Continue reading After Eight Moments…
Pétales immaculés, timide biscuit chinois. Gardienne de ma fortune juste à l’orée du bois. Laisse moi t’effeuiller, doigts fébriles, tremblotants. Espérant le retour de mon très tendre amant.
Lick wanderlust right from my lips, Let’s get you lost somewhere ‘round my hips… With you, I would go anywhere! But tell me baby, Now, would you dare? I got us tickets to cloud number nine On the side of the moon where the sun doesn’t shine. Take my hand, lead the way, surprise…… Continue reading Summer Wanderlust…
My ear to your chest Listening to your life’s beat Utmost lullaby Via today’s Word of the Day Challenge: Lullaby
Boring beyond your wildest dreams… Dressed in gowns of fiery passion, doe eyes painted over crimson hungry lips. You glance, you chance an arm around my hips. But you’re no fool… You play it cool, whilst peeking behind the mask. You smile, taking a step back. I close my eyes for a second, a…… Continue reading Boring.
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