Night Calls But love yearns In the night So cold and lonely And the sheets Can’t stop you from shivering Or cool your temperature That’s when I require Your love Love so sweet When the night closes Like a blank page I yearn your indulgence Unraveling my hidden mystery Riveting Inhale Exhale Sweating impulsively Tasting of savory Sulken love Like cherry dripping From mouth Flowing through me Like a river to stream And I ye...
I dare to dream Of love and Romance A fairytale world Only a folly act Creating a world of wonder I dare to dream Dream I know not Some holding me A prince charm Intriguing me Carrying me away In doves’ wings Surrounding me With roses Feeling the warmth Of an angel’s kiss Taking my breath away I dare to dream To have a happy Ending Like Cinderella I dare to dream And just for a moment I believe in my folly world I dare to...
The Neighbor’s Wife By Tony Radford A gorgeous lass of angel-class and curly auburn hair, a lovely prize with pale-blue eyes – one couldn’t help but stare. She came alive at half past five when her day at work would end, and through the glass, I’d watch her pass – then gracefully ascend. Was so unfair – she’d take the stairs that were right outside my door and return to life as a neighbor’s wife up above on the second flo...
Chapter 1 Deanna went to her locker after lunch to grab her books that she would need for the afternoon. She’d been mildly aggravated listening to her friends go on and on about Valentine’s Day coming up. Her aggravation skyrocketed when Vicky’s boyfriend, Seth had come over to sit down. Vicky’s attention turned from her, mid-sentence, to him. They hadn’t even finished discussing their plans for the night. She turned the...
III. Will you conquer my heart with your beauty, my soul going out from afar? Shall I fall to your hand as a victim of crafty and cautious shikar? - Kipling“Of course we never really have time to get away you know, Colonel Peck and I. He is ever so frightfully busy especially at this time of the year. What with government business in its usual state, all we can do is look forward to the occasional regimental or viceregal...
Come overSo we can blend chemistry, biologyAnd physicsI want to be a linguisticIn different languagesI bellow symphonyBaby you make me weepWhen you touch me so deepRoll the sheets overAnd create our own story lineOur own movie without camerasLet me reminisce of this momentPlace my body in slow motionNo pause, just play backWrap and cuddle meCaressing my seductive bodyWith your saliva and sing melodiesLike Temptations.
Making love Is sunshine You and I Can make moon And stars shine bright When you touch me gently I think it’s an angel So smooth And you caress my body intimately You put me in a world That I can’t explain I don’t want it to end Make love to me All night long And if it’s wrong Why does it feel so good? So sweet Making harmony Like Beethoven and symphony Our love is art work Not done by the great Michelangelo But by us.
II. There was a door to which I found no key: There was a veil past which I could not see: Some little talk awhile of me and thee There seemed and then no more of thee and me. - Omar KhayyamTwo days later Mackay wound his way slowly through the same narrow street; glancing around from time to time and occasionally pausing to look behind. As he did so he cursed under his breath in a vain attempt to calm himself. He wonder...
I. As I gazed....her countenance changed with her mind As she plann’d how to thrall me with beauty, and bind My soul to her charms, and her long tresses play’d From shade into shine and from shine into shade, Like a day in mid autumn, first fair, o how fair! With long snaky locks of the adder – black hair That clung round her neck…………… - Thomas Hood. “Father, father, father, quickly, there’s an English officer at the do...
It’s in my veins flowingMusic got me in tuneSo does loveIt got me on my kneesShiveringIt gives me the chillsAs if it was poetry to my soulI can’t but not think about loveIt bores a hole deepAnd you kept boringLike a drill in a wallYou found my weak spotNow the world knowsThat you got me like a puppet on a stringWhen you share your lips andIt’s close to mineIn an archAnd when our bodies are embedded and succumbedBy sexual...
A rose is just a flower That’s how it seems When it blooms Its beauty It signifies Life, love and eternity If you just think it has a rose Then that’s what it will be But when you see the beauty And you make it yours Oh, how magnificent it can be When you talk about roses You talk about love A rose express your heart desires I am like a rose in your garden With beauty you see It blossoms with the most notorious colours It...
Finding Home It was October 1968, (according to the Gregorian calendar) Claire sat on the edge of her bed preparing to write a letter to her parents in England. She ran her fingers through her newly cropped brown hair thinking. Her room made of plywood with a wooden frame was part of a series of huts with wooden verandas where the international volunteers were housed, built round a central courtyard, a long way down the h...
The elderly woman over the road was painting her front door green. I thought it a bit stupid as it was trying to rain. But I admired her determination and obvious optimism that the rain wouldn’t come to much. She had carefully placed an old sheet on the pavement to protect it and had precariously perched a mug with a hot drink in it on the windowsill. She was known to the neighbours as a bit of a firebrand. ‘Never cross M...
Fly Free Copyright Don Abdul ©2011 ~o~ Eyes cast on the distant horizon Watching the setting of the sun Bottle of vintage left uncorked Two glasses left unfilled I savor the beauty of the day at an end With a sour taste in the mouth of my mind I grieve not, the passing of a loved one Neither do I regret the loss of time wasted I would rather you know my intent though I seek not to cage your beautiful mind No, captivity is...
The claim to fame for Texas may not be haunted history. The roads stretch on for miles, inspiring minds to conjure up ghostly sights on any given night. Pilar Lopez was on such a road traveling to her new home, but her mind was not visited by grisly images, at least none imaginary. Sighing, Pilar tapped the steering wheel and willed her mind to focus on the road ahead. Both literally and for her own unsure future. The ic...
