“This used to be home.” She said as she pressed her hand on the dusty window. Her handprint wasn’t as small anymore as on the living room wall. 275 more words
1 week, 5 days ago
“What is it that you’d kill to do now?” He asked as he put his phone down.
“Travel!” Squeaked she.
“Oh so you could caption that picture on the beach with ‘wanderlust’?” Joked he. 173 more words
1 month, 3 weeks ago
Shades of Grey
It was in a set of quirky circumstances that they had met each other. The first time they came close to doing so, she was leaving the venue he was at, moments too soon. 2,200 more words
2 months, 1 week ago
I'm Here; Right Here.
A half century of English poetry here at my blog. Uff…*sighed*
With every blot of ink outraged an enormous amount of passion for reinforcing in me a will to write. 192 more words
2 months, 3 weeks ago
Writing is Fun-damental-- from Gwendolyn Hoff
4 months, 1 week ago
she: “this is not how this works.”
he: “everything works when it’s with you.”
6 months, 3 weeks ago
On her hands and knees
Her desire coating the
inside of her thighs
Visions of him filling
The slow movements of
pushing into her… 128 more words