We’re lying in bed together and awake the same time as one another. Lazily and sleepily, our lips lock and we kiss softly. Breaking the kiss, we say “good morning”. Mewing to each other, we hug and hold tight, weaving a spell around each other. Our mornings always start off like this, followed by the natural progression, of course. Though only a fictional fantasy just now, I think I can safely speak for both of us, when I...
I’ve never written quite so many poems as I have for you.Now fiddling with formats,I find myself going *mew*.I love you, Aria...To infinity,times the powerof infinite love.
Earlier, I was writing. I was really enjoying it, writing about food and stuff. You know how my musings go. I don’t figure them out in my head before writing. It’s just all in the moment. I like it that way, but my computer doesn’t seem to. Switched itself off, it did! The wee bugger got a smack on the head for it and told that I don’t like it. “I hate you!” Were my exact words. I had this whole section about pork scratch...
It's a simple thought, but it doesn't stop it being true. My hand, entwined with yours, as we walk. My palm, gently squeezing. My thumb, swirling slow circles around your hand. Fingers interlaced, tight. My arm, around your waist, I pull you in for a long, slow, passionate kiss. Holding you close, my hand rubs along your back and I stroke your hair. I feel you doing the same, pulling me closer, deeper. We kiss like this,...
