In the twilight's waning glow, she stands, A woman with a heart in shattered strands. Her love once bloomed, now lost in pain. Yet she dares to rise and love again. A curvy silhouette, a work of art, A canvas painted with love's own chart. Her body, bold, and fiercely free Embracing her sensuality. With … Continue reading A Woman Loved
Love has always frightened me, I thought of it as painful and unnecessary A weakness that I could not bring myself to endure. But upon a fateful winter’s afternoon In a quiet part of a somnolent town Our eyes met and, in that moment, I knew I was doomed. Two hearts beating alone But simultaneously … Continue reading Painful Love
And once more as the darkness engulfs herAnd the duvet becomes her comforting solance. A solidarity tear dwells and fallsRunning down the curves of her pillow hidden face.Shortly followed by the rapid succession of more warm anguished torment.Trying not to give in to the sobbingMindful not to wake the nearest inhabitant. Trying to rationalise with … Continue reading Apologetic Nectar
Its been five hours since you left, And ripped the rug out from underneath, This comfy position that we have enjoyed, For the last 410 hours. A self confessed eccedentesiest, And an eesome enigmatic character, Embarking on a gin fuelled fantasy, Winding down a treacherous path, That leads to a foggy haze. A night of … Continue reading The Breaking
It was in the full bodied witching hours In the quietude of the house - a cliched peace, That we mulled over our history - both worldly and personal. Your voice like incense for my ears and my derelict heart. I am both enchanted and bewitched by you. You proclaim the delectable elixir, in our … Continue reading Orto Iam Sole
Its dark. So dark. I stumble. Just trying to find the light. Looking. Looking. Looking. Looking. Nothing. This room is empty. There is nothing in here. Suddenly a muffled noise. Footsteps. Stomping closer and closer. Screaming and shouting. Repeating the same words. Shouting. Ringing throughout the room. Getting louder and louder. Imprinting themselves into the … Continue reading Nothing
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