Deeply Smouldering Vignette

(Another reblog for today...but one of my favourites. Most of you will have read it before.  This one makes me smile the most of all my naughty little vignettes. Enjoy ♥) *EXPLICIT*   The streets and pavements are still glistening and moist from the rain that has fallen and now the evening is wet with... Continue Reading →

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Watch but don’t touch my …Smouldering Vignette

A blindfold. Black, satin - placed tenderly over her eyes by him a few moments ago. A black lace bodice she poured herself into earlier as he fastened it expertly and tightly behind her, teased her neck with kisses and spoke to her in tones anyone would fall in love with as he told her... Continue Reading →

Touching my… Smouldering Vignette

*EXPLICIT* .......................………………   The room is dark. It's some hour close to dawn. The only light is from the phone still playing their favourite songs quietly, oblivious to what she is silently, warmly contemplating. White sheets twisted and in delicious disarray from the night that just passed. She is cradled within these remnants of lustful... Continue Reading →

This… poetry

This poetry is hard to grasp, encased  and held by golden clasp. It comes to me in shouting screams and pulls apart my mind-heart's seams. It beats against my head and yet, when poetry and I we met, still young and not yet broken me (my rhythmic rhymes it helped me see) became enveloped in... Continue Reading →

Read between my…lines

  Another older post but...I love this   Spread my body as words across a page, gaping and reaching parts of me that only the deepest of soul connections can reach, even fathom...even begin to understand. Stroke my face and trace your finger across my mien and see me as an artist looks upon a... Continue Reading →

Hard and slow…

I'm dreaming...   I sit on a window ledge. Outside it is pouring with rain and droplets drip, drip, slide down the window pane. I am mesmerised and watch them as they race towards me, pouring with every breath I take. I'm wearing nothing but a loose, sheer night shirt; it slouches off my shoulder... Continue Reading →

My Head that You Invade

Open my eyes Thinking of you Making my coffee Thinking of you Washing the dishes Thinking of you Make breakfast I won't eat Thinking of you Doing the laundry Thinking of you Every mundane task... Thinking of you Writing a poem Thinking of you Then... Lay down to sleep Thinking of you Closing my eyes... Continue Reading →

The Things I say…

About two of you out there will know that the last few weeks of "daily life" have been unusually calm and uneventful. I mean that in the best possible way. I have had peace of mind and body, I've been able to think a little clearer, I've been writing a little differently and have been... Continue Reading →

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