I wanted to write about it hours later, how your kiss still burning on my lipsis proof of some invisible connective tissuetethering us no matter where we go.I wanted to write about the throaty raspemitting from the curve of your throatas...
love
In my yesterday'sIt was you that I dreamt of.Not a face, or a body captured my heartBut your essence and warm presence.Your charm,Your grace,Blended with my patience.My passion.In the simple security Of each others time,Together as one,Juices flowing mingled down,over fingers...
Hold on a little Longer
"I’ll be there soon."
I see you struggling.You need what is real.I know you ache for me.I’m waiting for you.Hold on a little longerfor me baby We both once had everything,Can never get that back.It’s time to move forward,Begin a new story for us. Just...
The Troubadour’s Envy
"My Gramma lost the love of her life years ago, but that love IN her life never diminished."
She was born in the dawn,Christened by the morning dewGlowingLike the heavy crimson petals of a rose,Lively, and ever so deeply in love.Yet, with the duskAs light faded, and the warmthOf the setting sun gave wayTo the pale, cool glimmer...
Love in the Meadow
"love amongst the wildflowers of the meadow"
In the rolling fields,Across the valleys Where the flower meadowsStretch as far the eyes can see.Where the wildflowers,Are roaming wild and freeThere are multitudes of colourOf ragged robin and cuckoo flowers,Against a backdrop of forest greens,Walking hand in handWith my loverThrough...
Love at the Masquerade
"This is a coming of age story of 30 year old woman called Bella"
It had been little over a week since the fateful day when Bella had broken up with James, her long-term boyfriend. She'd heard rumours that he’d been cheating on her with a waitress at his catering firm. When confronted, James...
When I sit here and ponderIt is you who fill my mindWhat can I say of your heartYour mindYour bodyYour heart is fullOf cares, of pain,And yet in truth a place is born,Of pain set free,Of joy, of hope.With seeds...
It starts with love, as my hands roam his body. I feel his enjoyment, he gasps when my hands find those moan inducing spots. Loving him is slow, sensual as we both feel so deep. His hands find my thighs and...
Melanie’s Cookery Class Part One
"Melanie meets Hal and Ben, while Eamon makes mistakes"
Melanie first noticed the two men as she pushed her trolley down the dairy aisle of Morrison’s. She smiled at them, encouragingly. They were clearly out of their depth in what they regarded as an alien environment. With smooth efficiency,...