Play for me your unwritten melody Be authentic as you tickle the ivory Reveal yourself with each note unabashedly Entrance me with your musical honesty Play for me haphazardly Free yourself from the confines of conventionality Sing your reality off-key Hy...
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Pretty Boy
Pretty boy, pretty boy, why must you tease me so?Pretty boy, pretty boy, Why must you tease me so? With those chocolate eyes Staring into my soul? Pretty boy, pretty boy, Are you even real? Did I make you up While in the land of dreams? Pretty boy, pretty boy, Take my hand in yours. Lead and I will foll...
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To Leila
She once meant the world to you, but is she still in the world?What seek ye? What dreams do you chase? New latitudes, a new meridian? This daily life is too quotidian? So real that it turns out surreal? No midnight love shares your embrace? The king has masked his tyrant’s face. You put yourself in Hamlet’s place? Ta...
Roll in the Hay
Audience appreciation (giggles)Ain't no bogeyman in the hayJust you and I wanting to playAin't no spell to drive me awayJust love in the north fortyOnly dusk can keep me at bayWhen the fog falls on the quayJust me, Get ShortyAnd Little FauntleroyAin't no bogeyman in the hay The only th...
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The Balcony
Can a wild girl force her socialite friend to marry the man the wild girl loves?Dark-haired Diana Lessing wasn't highly educated. Rumors blamed her abusive father for her never finishing high school. But she mesmerized and monopolized Justin Bayard's life. He forgot work, skipped classes, and jeopardized his job. Then Diana, a social...
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Date night
Every evening with the one you loveI would love to kiss your lips when they're moist with wine and painted red with desire. Gaze into your eyes where your love smolders glowing with passions fire. Feel your bodies warm alabaster flesh burn against mine in a romantic embrace imaging strands...
Holding Sweet Dee
The bond they share makes beautiful music .....After I finish the chores, the drudgery that is each day, I prepare for my time with Dee. She is simply the longest, most loving relationship I have ever had and tonight needs to be special. I light candles and turn down the stereo, wanting the mood to be...
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The DEATH took away an iron man after 80 hours lying under the three layers of concrete
The story is telling us about a simple man, how much he persevered with his passion for life.Based on a true story, which took place in Sichuan, China after a massive earthquake on 12 May 2008.In his last few words, he said, ‘I am the first one who is lying under the three layers of concrete in the world. I don’t have any great ambition in my lif...
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An Alphas Mate
An alpha and his mate walking tail in tail under the moon.Sitting by your side.Looking at the moon,Feeling its lights warm embrace. Knowing I have found my mate,Feeling her heart beating,Wild with passion. Hearing her heart beating with mine,Feeling her touch,Even if through fur. Biting down on her neckHer bitin...
You used to worship and loveall parts of me, do you still?Easy to do when things weretight firm and newStaring in my mirror, I seeSo many scars, flaws, surelyyou do too?Approaching from behinda kiss placed at the base of my neckShh, stop, now's not the ti...
A Writer's Creative Process: Journaling
The longer version of this can be found on my website. Link is in the profile.I am a grown woman that writes in her diary, and I’m not ashamed of it.I was given a diary at the age of ten, not knowing the purpose of having one. I didn’t have a lot of things to talk about, only how annoying people in my immediate family are. Two year...
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Passion
Just becauseRose red lips of a placid smile, keeping him in a trance and withering under her gaze. Playful eyes and teasing hands, she worked her way up to make him give in. Once he closed his eyes in surrender and ecstasy; slowly came about his demise by she who had...
The Pool
Reflections of a middle aged man sitting beside a pool on an autumn dayIt was a day just like today I remember, Unseasonably mild for late in October; The trees were still apparelled in splendid colours, The shades of autumn, oranges and reds, rich browns, And brilliant gold, a last defiant display, Before winter took away t...
If everyone was able to be free to be themselves, the truly vulnerable; no walls, no masks, no lies, their souls would heal, their bitterness would lessen, their pain of spending years trying to fit someone else's image of who they should be would subside...
