What is it you look for in the love of your life? Is it his eyes? Dark and soulful with just the right promise of mischief? Eyes that hold you in their very center, No matter what other distractions crowd into sight, Melting you with a single glance. Maybe it’s his integrity. The way everyone …
Another year flows softly by, like honey running silkily from greedy mouths, and hips and thighs. It is quiet in the garden of her soul, and sunlit gratitude bathes her world in shades of gold and pink. In this space between wake and sleep, she is queen, and she breathes it in, savouring every moment …
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Cat calls from rooftops and perving from cars, wandering hands, in clubs and in bars. Pawed at on pavements, on holidays walking, harassed in the pub where I sit with friends talking. He gets aggressive when I ask him to go, but I never asked for his company you know. Groped at on stairs that …
She lost herself in tumbling streets, beside canals lit with fireflies flickering like stars. She walked among couples, hand in hand, whispering the secrets of the chosen into ears, and necks, and lips. She lost herself in alleyway bars, with milk-crate stools, and tumblers of warm amber that burnt away the memories of another’s touch. …
Rain drums on shuttered windows, a melancholy rhythm to our sorrow. The sky weeps with us in desolate abandon, screaming to a Universe that will not hear us. We are drowning in the hollow void of you, but we don’t fight it. Not anymore. I am unforgiving of the cruel world marching ever on, As though you had not …
After I am gone from you Does the fresh whispered scent of me Linger gently on your clothes In your hair In your dreams? Does it conjure me to life, Transporting you to a world Of tangled limbs and playful blue eyes. Do you dream that I lay next to you Head resting on your warm chest …
The secrets of the universe sheathed in glass, shielded from prying eyes. Her small fingers wrap longingly around the delicate bottle, cradling it gently to her chest. She knows that once she lets the world inside, there can be no return to the ecstasy of her unconscious imaginings. Only the rugged cork guards the …
Sometimes I walk in the shadows between dreams and waking, letting the light of my imagination burst forth from the grey nothing, into fireworks of vivid ruby and emerald. I am endlessly amazed by the power of the unbound mind, where freedom and creation dance a fiery seduction, forever one step ahead of where dull …
I have always worshipped the radiant sun. Years have passed pining for her rapture, chasing her calm light. My mood eternally governed by the kiss of warmth on my skin and glitter over sapphire waters. Yet, my restless heart seeks further of late. My pilgrimage leads me from the luminance I once coveted, into the …
I wake with the light as it dances delicately through the thatched roof onto my face. The morning air pervades our hut invitingly and I long to throw back my blanket to feel the fresh sea breeze on my skin. I am hot and feverish from the nightmares that trouble my sleep. In them, you …