Sometimes, sometimes I get this feeling, an ache, a neednot for something I miss but for something I wantSometimes, sometimesI want…
Poetry
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“Magic lies in between things, between the day and the night, between yellow and blue, between any two things.” ~ Charles de Lint Between the beginning and the endBetween a …
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“… and the very folds of the curtains contained secrets and sighs.” ~ Anais Nin What secrets?My soft moansYour gentle groansThe way you reach for meIn the dark of the …
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When I wrote this weeks prompt on Revelations, which is Queen, I already had this title in my drafts folder here. I had a niggling idea for a story about …
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To sit a momentIn contemplation of meAnd you. All of this. ~ Molly Moore #Haiku
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When I lay next to you it all makes sense.questions all have answersworries are lostin the closeness of you. Your breath is my breathyour heart is my hearti bathe in …
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Ah finally you are here. I am ready for youTo tempt youTo lure youTo make you be mine Don’t hesitate like thatYou can trust me my dearTo tempt youTo lure …
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“Sublime and tender…like the opening of the petals of a flower.”~ Avijeet Das I want to undress youTo be undressedTo take my time You are a revelationTo reveal and be …
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So voluptuousbreasts encased in purple lacehow can you resist? #Haiku #Boobday
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To mark the seasonsmooth globes of autumnal colourdecorating me I have been writing more Haiku’s of late. Moments, thoughts, stories captured in a little cluster of words seem to suit …
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G is for Green, Glass and Greedy “Green is the prime color of the world, and that from which its loveliness arises.” ~ Pedro Calderon de la Barca I want …
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The Ghost of Christmas…
by Molly Moore“What is Christmas? It is tenderness for the past, courage for the present, hope for the future.” ~ Agnes M. Pahro the ghost of Christmas… what should of been was …
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Thoughts of you are like an obsession taunt within my mind Like strings on a harp to be played over and over… A concert of desires that fills me As …
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Every morning a chance of rebirth Every night a little dying Wife, Mother, Daughter, Lover All are truths and all are lying Women know from when they’re girls Too loud, …