dreams, Prose & Poetry

A Reverie

Soft and Mellow

Your Lips, Divine

Skin on Skin

A Hot thrilling Crime

Push and Pull

Your Hands, my Waist

A Painful Delight

Bites and Taste

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Prose & Poetry

Spirits Craving

You hear us in the wind

You see our faces on walls

But our stories have yet to be told.

Death Separates us

Fear keeps us apart

but our stories must be heard.

Who dares to step into our world?

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Prose & Poetry

Set Free

Far in a distant place,

a ring of emerald trees waltzes with the wind.

If they could birl without the constraints of the earth

they would float up to the skies.

The clouds would embrace them in a haze of cool water droplets

and the sun would gaze longingly

for he was stagnant upon the watery blue sky.

In the centre of the ring of trees

is a girl dressed all in white.

She sways to a rhythm

but with a fervour free of constraint.

She whirls and swirls

dancing around the trees

leaves brushing her cheeks

no purpose to seek

humming a song only she can hear.

A girl set free.

 

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