Lick my arm? No. You didn’t ~ Lick my leg? That tickles. ~ Lick my ear lobe? I’ll tear out your tongue with mine.
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Fallin’ leaves
I Serenade my Sweet
I serenade my sweet. O, how I love thee. Thy scent, divine. The mere thought of you, heaven. ~ Oh, my sweet. Numbers are useless. Words powerless. Expression meaningless. ~ My sweet. My desire. My knees buckle at the thought. My mind looses all direction. ~ Oh, my sweet. I number the days. An eternityContinue reading “I Serenade my Sweet”
Tess of the D’Urbervilles by Thomas Hardy: it’s all HER fault.
I just finished listening to the book and it upset me greatly. Before I start, allow me to say that yes, this book was written in a different time. But gee. So here’s the low down. The local preacher tells Tess’s dad that they are descended from a wealthy line of people. Tess’s branch hasContinue reading “Tess of the D’Urbervilles by Thomas Hardy: it’s all HER fault.”
An empty love tank
I have discovered, I’m running on fumes. An empty love tank? It’s not all about gloom and dooms. So with myself, I need to be frank. ~ What would fill my empty tank? What traits do I seek from a romance? There are things I’ve learnt from past relationships I can take to the bank.Continue reading “An empty love tank”
💕 Love
Haiku challenge Love Everybody wants Just once, few will truly feel Loves lasting linger Haiku challenge love 💖💖
Fairy Tale Ending
Sue and David were high school sweethearts. They would never part. Lovers till the end. A love time would not bend. Sue stayed in-state to go to college. David went away to seek his knowledge. They vowed to be true. Parting made them both blue. Sue studied hard. Focused and true. David; lonely, wondered tryingContinue reading “Fairy Tale Ending”
Plastic love
~My first attempt at a haiku.
Broken Hearted
Have you ever had a heart broken? That pain is ours to process individually. Brute force ripped my heart out , clogged danced on it in the mud, then gave back. My baptism was fresh. My zeal for God was on fire. I weaponized the Bible. It became saturated with blood and sweat. My feebleContinue reading “Broken Hearted”
Stone So Cold
Blood of ice. Heart of stone. No tool sharp enough, to crack the rough, jagged wall around your soul. No smile can penetrate your fire. There is no emotion from your face. The gentle flutter of a silk blouse. The flow of soft wavy hair. Does the chase even spark an interest? No! For youContinue reading “Stone So Cold”