bread is moldy, duck is dead.
The echo of your fingertips lingers softly on my skin.
Alone, with my hopeless dreams. . .
I thrive on temptation...(I simply had to edit this one to add the picture)
he wished he had earlids.
trust you need to provide.
I realised life was precious when told I'd actually died.
filled with sensuality, awakening passion...
The quiet in her mind slowly drives her to madness.
"I don't believe in feminism, but I believe in equality."
as I remembered how you lived.
wonderful adventures and midnight conversations.
and it fell into pieces..
always loved, always safe..
Love is surrendering the power to hurt us to another.
I said yes.
Empty silence fills the air and wounds her soul deeply.
Let us all pitch in before the Earth goes Poof.
Poorly treated farm dog now has loving home with me.
Releasing what is useless in my life with no regret
but my phone isn't dead yet.
.......not knowing which way I should turn.......
I'm part belle dame sans merci, part damsel in distress.
Amused, she smiled impishly when he called her "Devil Woman!"
Walking through Hell,
She found her coveted piece of Heaven.
once before, I think, maybe.
You make me smile, plain and simple, end of story.
I met the best woman in the world - my wife.
That you and I
Can see each other's
That our paths joined
Lead us to a
That the distance
Will crumble, the moment
Our lips touch?
That enjoying each
Other's company, is more
Than just fantasy?
You inside me
That is heaven.
His captivating easy smile
Fumbled with her train of thought..