and pulled him to the dance floor. It's just beginning...
The beauty of a summer morning brings a wash of thankfulness to one who notices.
set off fireworks beneath her flushed & reddening skin.
question to ask oneself while skydiving.
Wishing your want was as strong as mine. Wishing your need was found in me.
Your willingness and desire to please me, to give yourself fully to me is precious.
Don't mean to interrupt your reading,
I just wanted to say, "You're beautiful."Love, BeautifulDreams42
That didn't hurt, he said.
fifteen words... want to add a positive...:)*
When I say to go home...
I want to hug you when you get there.
and lived happily ever after. 😊
that kills...but we were too far gone. Together we fell.
answer me, so I stopped asking the question.
held together by far too few fragile bonds ...
palm sweating, knee weakening, mind boggling, eye watering, body numbing LOVE.
whispered conversation with the quiet rain.
I may write a poem for you.
she once more sealed her heart and put the dreams away.
and unicorns are much discussed but never experienced first hand.
Groping for you in the blackness. Nothingness. Calling out for you.
Prince Charming, she dreams only of him.
I miss you so much when you are here.
Don’t just whisper to me about the sunset. Stay with me and watch it rise.
People come and people go but my power over you is forever, I am omnipotent.
warm gritty sand beneath her skin, emotions dissolving into the sea.
The ability to wipe away the tears and absorb the pain of those I cherish.
he wanted to go home and sleep already.
Gods' God; Evils' Destroyer; Passionate Lover; Fierce Warrior; Consummate Dancer; Charismatic Leader; Quick Temper; Incorruptible.
........................ .......................................................An interesting find. Hence, sharing with All.P...
... I never really worked a day in my life.
You are my calm,
your strong arms my haven
and your soft embrace my home.
And new reasons to carry on.
you a little less everyday.
"I want to die in my sleep," he sighed. "You will," she replied smiling smugly.
Sometimes she still felt like a little girl, who dreamed of running away from home.
She was aghast at the hobgoblin standing before her.
War ragged on inside her, sadness and joy battling for control. Neither winning, neither loosing.
In the perpetual darkness of a sightless world.
She enjoyed looking out at the stars every night.
Neither devil nor angel, she was simply a girl who sometimes had difficulty behaving "properly".
They cover me with love and light.
Flowing over me and away, and back over another day. Like surf creeping further ashore.
Silent tears slipped from her eyes, joining the river of sorrow flowing from her heart.
...with a single finger he languidly traced his way up the path of her spine.
pretense, illuminating the beautiful truth of our humanity.
sometimes her restless soul craved something more, something great, something ...
why why why did you do it like this?
accident. Nevermore, was it an accident.
Quelling the violent heat. Echoing. You never returned.
His words ...
His actions ...
They tug on her thread of doubt, slowly unraveling her self-worth.
totally unaware that she resembled you.
A steady cadence, marching him from purgatory to electric death.
What they didn't know is that he had murdered someone.
Looking out the window, sometimes I wonder:
Are you looking out the window, wondering too?