Tag: Love

Only Us

Can we pretend it didn’t happen this slow erosion of our cherished love?Can we suspend the chilling moment when two hearts no longer beat in tune? Advertisements

The End of Innocence

He was a musician; I was naive Caught in his Rock ‘n Roll webI the butterfly; enchanted and intrigued Hungry for affection; ignoring mis-steps Caught in his Rock ‘n Roll webHe feasted on my wide-eyed innocenceHungry for affection; ignoring mis-steps Playing my heart like…

And I Fell

He captivated me with his voice singing clear and strong, While his fingers strummed a melody on the beat up guitar One look into the crystal calm of bluest ocean eyes, And I fell… And I fell…And I fell… Although the time we loved…

Winter’s Cocoon

“No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn.” –Hal Borland Silenceicy snowflakes drifting by the windowsizzling crackle of glowing firepure blissa peaceful refuge for our love sheltered from winter’s windwrapped in a warmcocoon Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge:https://colleenchesebro.com/2018/11/27/colleens-weekly-tanka-tuesday-poetry-challenge-no-112-cold-safe-synonymsonly/

Wicked

The slow beat, beat, beat of your heart gives me a thrill as it begins to race, picks up the pace, what a wicked chill to feel the power of your embrace While my soul conspires to consume your delicious taste upon my thirsty…

Touch

And yet– nothing is real. I cannot caress your skin, memorize its texture, feel the heat of your manhood rising from my silky touch I cannot kiss your moist lips, taste their essence, swallow Amrita with you I cannot gaze into your hungry eyes…

Enchanted

Maeve had been watching him for months, and knew the exact moment when he stepped into the cloistered woods. Unbeknownst to him, she followed his every move, for Maeve had fallen in love, and she wanted him, heart and soul.

Frenzy

The feverous passion of a stormy night

The Stars Are Prisoners In Your Eyes

For the stars they are prisoners in your eyes While luscious lips hold me a captive Our dancing shadows in gold candlelight In your warm arms, I am enraptured

In This House

In this house, in these rooms, there’s so much of you   A wooden bottle you once honed, with a note inside for me

Shadorma Sunday: Bloom

Time is that mysterious lull

Woman of the Sea

Early on in his life, Mannanan was kissed on the cheek by death when he almost drowned in the turbulent sea. When he let out his last breath certain he would die in this watery grave, something swam under him and pushed his body…

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