Seasons…
Snow? Don’t be silly… With you, my sweet Darling, it’s summer all year long!
Tag: romance
Just how cocky…
In the era of bright flashy neon sex, I tried to lure you with the simple promise of a romantic candle flame. That’s just how cocky and bold I can be…
No mini skirt…
She didn’t need any mini skirt to make her sexy… When he told her just how clever he found her to be. She felt as if she had cleavage running right down to her knees.
We Were Out Walking — My House at the Sea
Hello Lovelies! If you’ve been around The Cove for a while, you already know who Notthedane56 is. If not, here’s a perfect introduction to my dear friend’s work! This lovely walk through the world and the thoughts of the main character of the new blog, “My House at the Sea”, is one of my favorites……… Continue reading We Were Out Walking — My House at the Sea
Wonder, do you?
Wonder, do you ever? What the feel of your palm would be like on my skin? * Wonder, do you, dear? If you’d feel goosebumps under the tip of your fingers? * Like a braille message, begging you, never to take your hand away? * Wonder, do you? Tell me… If I’d sigh, If…… Continue reading Wonder, do you?
Micro poésie du vendredi…
Je peindrai les parois des plus majestueuses montagnes aux couleurs du soleil, je teindrai les rivières et les lacs de tous les tons de pastels… Et si ça ne suffit pas à faire pleuvoir des étoiles dans tes yeux, je m’éclipserai de ta vie. A pas de loup, comme une souris…
Troth…
As I lay my hand on your heart, I vow never to smart it… At least as long as you keep it close enough for me to keep my oath.
The Bright Eye of the Hound…
The road at night, dark and lonely the mists rising like embers sending their own mists upwards, and you and I sitting, and watching the fire die down, as the heavens lit up with lights and tales to tell, of the Hunter and his Hound, and I wove my stories, as our thoughts entwined,…… Continue reading The Bright Eye of the Hound…
Micro poésie du vendredi…
J’ai su que je m’éprenais de toi Quand je me suis prise à conjuguer ton nom A tous les temps, sur tous les tons Quand j’ai compris, bien malgré moi Qu’il était le refrain de la chanson Qui sauverait ou ferait fléchir ma raison… A la fois mon remède, et mon poison…
Meaning…
I never asked for the truth, not being too good at it myself… Tell me all the lies that you want, twist and turn reality if you will. As long as I find a meaning to our story when I look in your eyes, my home is here in your arms. In…… Continue reading Meaning…
Cyranny's Cove 