Personal Stories, Advice, and Support
The prayer of senses. Melted in harmonious melodies of delight.
allowing yourself to move forward with your future
sleeping body. Slipping life. Blood drifts. Coldness creep. Abandoned Girl. Ends.
that kills...but we were too far gone. Together we fell.
your sexual type oops exposing secretly?
Flowing over me and away, and back over another day. Like surf creeping further ashore.
both equally sad, terrifying and beautiful.
I hold on, get quiet and breathe through it...
before she realized it was gone.
that I get in touch,
... only you gotta send positive signals.
Don’t just whisper to me about the sunset. Stay with me and watch it rise.
you also accept the shady spaces in-between the stalks. ...
which makes life interesting!
Same partners but a different relationship. Great expectations.
she searched for his island of exotic spices.
she once more sealed her heart and put the dreams away.
desperately needing to be hugged and comforted.
Is my attraction to unattainable women online an escape from facing love in real life?
"I want to die in my sleep," he sighed. "You will," she replied smiling smugly.
can appreciate the light of day...
I etched your beauty in my mind.
because even in my dreams you also visit.
herYearning for his concupiscenceto hasten out of him.~ Mirages
! I want to know now!"... buzzes of energy fill the space.
Honeymoon was at the centre of the universe.
that was consuming her from within.
.the ones we say as well as the ones we do not.
because whenever I pause I think of you
and consider truth a lie its so weird
across the scape of your intimate skin.
.. harmony, laughter and wishes coming true.
Leaving only the sound of..
her prim and proper life.
I realised there was something wrong with his voice...
even the happiness out of the world.
and she felt the sharp sting of cupid's bow.
as you wish, then remove those who disrupt your vision.
She was aghast at the hobgoblin standing before her.
Siri, from my purse, asked "Sorry, I didn't understand what you asked ?"
jealousy and wraith and Being vocally clear keeps things civil most times
The beauty of a summer morning brings a wash of thankfulness to one who notices.
It shone through me and reflected in your eyes...
that kept us apart?
Or is it madness that does?
Your willingness and desire to please me, to give yourself fully to me is precious.
and I must say, it's delightful, I like it!