Dark clouds Hurt feelings A longing to express Held captive By the need to remain silent Vulnerable, nursing gaping wounds Pain intertwines with confusion Words form a single file line ready for release Give voice to fetid feelings Diminish the choking hold Let pain slip beyond clamped lips To produce a calm heart set to …
Tracing from root to tip Sucking in the stray drips Enjoying that unique flavor A taste too delicious not to savor
Been thinking about this post I’m old enough Age, experience, time Accomplished enough Degrees, wisdom, ability That I should open my eyes each day And know I’m capable More than able Can take on the world With the snap of my fingers Except a fear resides in me A worry that I can’t That I …
A different angle while I sort out Missy. His face wavered before her eyes, his expression morphing as the tears swam in her vision. She felt frozen, hovering above a yawning black chasm that was moments from swallowing her whole. The coo of her child seemed distant in her ears. She found she squeezed Kyle …
She was beautiful to him without even trying. Her imperfect parts they called to him With vulnerable eyes and sweet scent She was his in the most basic ways And he craved her, felt her in his blood Her essence woven intricately with his own Until he felt bound to her Until each breath became …
I love staying at business hotels. The places with the concierge and staff that will do anything for you. The places where the press of the men’s suits is exact and so pricey you can smell it in the lobby. The places that scream high end. Pretentious, uppity… Expensive. The taste of that word in …
It was a question posed to her every so often. A funny question that always made her laugh when initially asked, but then later it would work its way into her psyche like a drill. There was a pile of invisible brain matter on her night stand for the times it had made her think …
Sometimes it’s good, you know? I do it to see if I’m getting better or worse. I wrote this last March and figured I’d repost. On initial drafting, I had worries about how this would be received or interpreted. Really it’s just a story. And it’s a draw on the writing. I could feel you. …
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Trying to get my mind working again. Her hands, so thin and delicate, slid up the outside of her thighs to rest on the bottom curve of her ass. She bent slightly at the waist, her fingertips caressing along the seam as her cheeks spread. “Show me.” She glanced over her shoulder, a flush heating …