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Source: habits – Chris Mc Geown
Month: July 2020
Slivers
Slivers of heart carved away each minuscule and hardly missed over time cleaved then resume their place try to fit now a new heart a different heart a little worse for wear flesh now calcified each wound hardly perceived Copyright © 2020 Penny Wilson
Image by Ben Kerckx from Pixabay
It’s Not Easy
Performance
She is performance
potent
proud
physical
powerful
profane
passionate
precious
pleasing
persuasive
provocative
phenomenal
perfect.
She is performance
purely for me.
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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Not brand new, but I’m posting again. Because there is nothing better than performance.
Art by William Oxer
On The Rose Petal Bed Of Poetry – Rose Girl’s World
If I could make love to you on my rose petal bed of poetry I would merge with you in every word dance a rhythm in every line light a fire in metaphors and wildly kissed letters go deeper and deeper…
Finding The Sound Of Love – Rose Girl’s World
And one day when love got big intense and scary we lost our voice to talk directly to each other and then, it remained silent Until we found sound back in our hearts to voice love ©RoseGirl2020
Fall In The Right Place – Rose Girl’s World
Instead of falling to the ground now in fears and sadness and being broken I just fall completely in love with you ©RoseGirl2020
Today’s Quote
Problems are only opportunities with thorns on them.
~ Hugh Miller ~
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#1- Writing is mostly..
Writing is mostly about allowing your feelings to flow,
And letting your words shatter whatever walls were built within you.
©ZeinaA.G
I Don’t Wanna Wait for Christmas #magic #security
“I don’t wanna wait for December
because every day with you is Christmas
you are my Christmas magic. “
Every day with you, is new and exciting and mysterious. There is color everywhere red, green, gold, the world is eye candy.
Love, passion and romance, and there’s aplenty everywhere. Couple this with decorations like snowflakes and glittery stars, {and it just makes me feel like grabbing your hand}.
Lovingly throwing snowballs at each other and making snow angels while star-gazing is indeed a romantic dream. We’ll have to go overseas for this one, or head to a nearby Snow City {or maybe no need at all, we can just revisit our inner child and have pillow fight instead}.
So, baby just sit beside me let’s build our Christmas tree and fill it up with lights and gifts and decors then sing me a Christmas carol.
{I just want you…
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The Reluctant Poet 