The hour is eight Cruel is our fate Four hundred then more To step through my door A text in the morning With sleep still adorning A thought in my mind All day you will find That you are my smile Spanning each long mile The phone is our friend A connectio...
Grey and dreary was today She sat in sad, utter dismay Her world had gone all astray Two lovers had come her way One dark of night, one light of day Slow and smooth was his pursue He spoke of honesty, just not true Soon he would cast his darkest hue Webs...
Spring giggles at my pane Fickle as she frolics Warming rays by day Cool breath by night Teasing whispers she calls Please, peek out, come see Summer seduces my entrance She kisses and caresses Like a flower unfolds Her passion to be known Hearts to be ca...
It is black and rectangular With buttons amass Some have numbers And some can spell ass It might be a best friend Or maybe a man Could be a woman Just depends on the fan It leads to a place To chat and have fun Some tease and flirt And then are all done O...
Natural light shines in, lending a soft warm hue The walls, a climate of cool, pale blue A reflection, tarnished and flawed Naked and exposed, there is no fraud Bruises are many, scars are more Healed, faded, mending but ever sore A friend of years, a lap...
Chloe slid the key card into the slot. The little green light blinked twice and she heard the click. Pushing open the door, she struggled to get in to the sitting room with her computer bag and bucket of ice. It had been a long, mentally draining day but...
Copyright 2014 Tiepinkraider & Wonderway All rights reservedTOGETHER: We can smell the grass and the flowers on the breeze as we lie in the warm, soft, green field at the top of the vast valley, the distant snow-capped mountains visible with no one for mi...
Sighing, I reach for the glass. It is heavy in my hand. This beautiful crystal glass, short, stout, has become an old friend. Its weight, heavy in my hand, a comfort, a symbolic rock. Grabbing a few ice cubes out of the freezer, I drop them into my glass....
She asked if she was still "Your babygirl," and you seemed confused as to why she asked. You had only mentioned it once earlier in the day, and you usually say so it much more. She has come to be very attracted to hearing it. It takes her to a safe place;...
