Play for me your unwritten melody Be authentic as you tickle the ivory Reveal yourself with each note unabashedly Entrance me with your musical honesty Play for me haphazardly Free yourself from the confines of conventionality Sing your reality off-key Hypnotize me with raw poetry Play for me your harmonious art Worry not if you’re witty or smart Worry not if you do not sound like Mozart Simply strum the strings of your h...
Pretty boy, pretty boy, Why must you tease me so? With those chocolate eyes Staring into my soul? Pretty boy, pretty boy, Are you even real? Did I make you up While in the land of dreams? Pretty boy, pretty boy, Take my hand in yours. Lead and I will follow Wherever you may go. Pretty boy, pretty boy, Hold me in your arms Protect my broken pieces With everything you have. Pretty boy, pretty boy, Am I asking for too much?...
What seek ye? What dreams do you chase? New latitudes, a new meridian? This daily life is too quotidian? So real that it turns out surreal? No midnight love shares your embrace? The king has masked his tyrant’s face. You put yourself in Hamlet’s place? Take it to the limit? And Beyond?Or instead, Could you be dead? Could it be you died one summer day? Summertime blue and sandy, Autumn windy and gold. Died and left those s...
Ain't no bogeyman in the hayJust you and I wanting to playAin't no spell to drive me awayJust love in the north fortyOnly dusk can keep me at bayWhen the fog falls on the quayJust me, Get ShortyAnd Little FauntleroyAin't no bogeyman in the hay The only thing in the hayIs me and you trying to playThen out of the blueWe hear a moo from the cowWe continue the roll in the hayThe cows moo in appreciation
Dark-haired Diana Lessing wasn't highly educated. Rumors blamed her abusive father for her never finishing high school. But she mesmerized and monopolized Justin Bayard's life. He forgot work, skipped classes, and jeopardized his job. Then Diana, a social activist, got arrested with Clara Trescott, demonstrating for some cause. Apparently, this made them good friends: Diana, the brunette vagabond, and Clara, the blonde so...
I would love to kiss your lips when they're moist with wine and painted red with desire. Gaze into your eyes where your love smolders glowing with passions fire. Feel your bodies warm alabaster flesh burn against mine in a romantic embrace imaging strands of your hair tangled and enmeshed veiling desperate kisses all over my face. Not for me the cold calm kiss of a virgin's uninspired love nor a Saints chaste bliss pure a...
After I finish the chores, the drudgery that is each day, I prepare for my time with Dee. She is simply the longest, most loving relationship I have ever had and tonight needs to be special. I light candles and turn down the stereo, wanting the mood to be perfect. It is our first time in such a long time. We used to have these little get togethers every day, now they are becoming far to rare for my tastes. I know it is my...
Based on a true story, which took place in Sichuan, China after a massive earthquake on 12 May 2008.In his last few words, he said, ‘I am the first one who is lying under the three layers of concrete in the world. I don’t have any great ambition in my life. All I want to do is just sharing a quiet life with my adored wife. I won’t give my family up. I need to be tough. I have to be tough for the one who is deeply in love...
Sitting by your side.Looking at the moon,Feeling its lights warm embrace. Knowing I have found my mate,Feeling her heart beating,Wild with passion. Hearing her heart beating with mine,Feeling her touch,Even if through fur. Biting down on her neckHer biting mine,Leaving our marks upon each other. Feeling our love for one another,Knowing each would die,Without the other. Our hearts are one,Much like a pack,Moving together. ...
You used to worship and loveall parts of me, do you still?Easy to do when things weretight firm and newStaring in my mirror, I seeSo many scars, flaws, surelyyou do too?Approaching from behinda kiss placed at the base of my neckShh, stop, now's not the timeI feel your lips travel and tastetheir way down to a scar on my armLingering, I try to pull away from youHands turn me to face the mirroragain, a hand up under my chinL...
I am a grown woman that writes in her diary, and I’m not ashamed of it.I was given a diary at the age of ten, not knowing the purpose of having one. I didn’t have a lot of things to talk about, only how annoying people in my immediate family are. Two years later, an assignment was given in class about journal writing, and I took to it immediately. During that summer, I bought a cheap spiral-bound notebook and began writin...
Rose red lips of a placid smile, keeping him in a trance and withering under her gaze. Playful eyes and teasing hands, she worked her way up to make him give in. Once he closed his eyes in surrender and ecstasy; slowly came about his demise by she who had her heart stolen. Now it's time to return the favor, drawing out her knife, this was a night she planned to savor.
It was a day just like today I remember, Unseasonably mild for late in October; The trees were still apparelled in splendid colours, The shades of autumn, oranges and reds, rich browns, And brilliant gold, a last defiant display, Before winter took away their summer glory, To leave them naked, stark against the horizon, Or shrouded mysteriously in foggy gloom; Only the sparkle of hoar frost on their branches Or the first...
If everyone was able to be free to be themselves, the truly vulnerable; no walls, no masks, no lies, their souls would heal, their bitterness would lessen, their pain of spending years trying to fit someone else's image of who they should be would subside. But they can't, they don't, they won't. Because they may never meet that person who accepts their soul for what it really is, with all its cracks and scars. The person...
