Bourbon 🥃


She was red

A fine wine


He was confident


She wanted to taste the bourbon on his lips 💋

Deep sensual kiss

Tongues dancing

Losing breath

As the heat escapes from there bodies

Vanilla and caramel notes


He takes her to places

She had never explored

Opening doors to sensual bliss

She shows him

Passionate women do exist

Fire ignites 🔥


From there bodies


Climaxing in pleasure

In the end

Both tasting of bourbon

Ice melted

From a explosion of heat

She now longed for bourbon

No rocks!!! Xo

Copyright (c) 2020 Nichole Sulpizio – All Rights Reserved

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Almost California..

A great love story!


(Johnnie and Jennifer in Monterey, January 1992)

 Almost California——–

I was your Hemingway and you were my Agnes. We were free falling into a love that could never be. I wanted you forever and you wanted to be okay. A soldier love, held on by a whisper and a wish. I brought you to California in the Winter of 1992 and we drank Irish coffee on the Monterey pier. I knew as we held hands and talks. I saw our two world being separated and my sweetest miracle, running to new dreams. And I was alone.——

We kissed often at the San Francisco airport and I saw in your eyes, great sadness. You told me I loved California and thank you for bringing me to you. I watched you walk away with soft tears in your eyes and I knew. I would never see you again. I learn this day…

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Dangerous places and beautiful faces.


Dangerous places and beautiful faces.

A Poem by Coyote Poetry
"It is good to walk upon the edge."   

                      Dangerous places and beautiful faces.

Dangerous places and secret rendezvous.
To swim in uncontrolled passion and enjoy the sweet taste of love.

Dancing in the Russian roulette of love.
Where lovers are fearless of consequences and action.

Your beautiful face controlled my thoughts.
No-one or obstacle can delay my journey into your arms.

Your beautiful brown eyes stole my heart and mind.

I know we are dancing on trouble water.
Where no-one can survive.

We do not fear the ending.
Our hunger to fall deeper into the heat of desire is our only goal.

Love and time isn’t fair.
The sweet taste of love pleases the lovers.
Blind them to the road blocks and the separation.

Dangerous places and beautiful faces are the reasons
the lovers have no fear of…

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Would You Have Me?


soft enough
to be inviting to touch

warm enough
to need me for comfort

wild enough
to make you want me more

coarse enough
to make you want to tame me

should you have me
i beg you, never let me go
because when i’m yours
i’ll be with you always

…unless you shave me. please don’t. sincerely, your beard

Susi Bocks – writer/author/poet, has self-published two books – Feeling Human and Every Day I Pause. You can find her work at or follow her on Facebook, where she invites you to read her thoughts and get to know her. Bocks’ work has been published in the anthology SMITTEN: This Is What Love Looks Like: Poetry by Women for Women and in Scarlet Leaf Review, VitaBrevis, Spillwords, Literary Yard, as well as other literary magazines.


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What Am I Writing These Days?


When I was asked this question, my instant reaction was to give an excuse. I ended up giving one when I said that I am not able to write regularly with this full-time job and the stress. I also told you that sometimes I do write poems and sometimes a small blog on my struggle with writing or life per se.

My job requires me to work until 10.30 pm every day. So, when I was asked to write this assignment and submit that day by 8 pm, I panicked as I was sure I cannot do it. I am sorry, I said and told you that I have not slept in the last 48 hours and have been dragging myself literally to complete my work today.

Once I became calmer, I was able to think and come up with a solution and thought that maybe I can complete it…

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Echoes And Beats

A beautiful love poem of wondering and memories!

Sarah Doughty

“Can you hear the echo in my heart?
It remembers everything we were.”

Can you hear the echo in my heart? The one that reverberates instead of a beat, continuing to move blood through my veins. Can you sense the silhouette — the shadows behind me that linger with sadness and pain? It’s the ghost of what used to be you and me. Everything we ever were. And what could have been. The joy I felt when our hearts beat in unison. The bright outlook of the future we were meant to share. Now all that remains of us is a memory. Still full of love, but yet broken at the same time.

© Sarah Doughty

I wonder,
does your heart
echo too?

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Running Away From Words


I’ve been holding myself back since September 30.

I tell myself writing is my only savior. Without it, the air is polluted and my lungs are restricted to my thoughts. I can’t breathe without coughing up blood. Yet, I find myself running away from it at times.

I don’t know why I’d let a day go by without satisfying my craving to live, to breathe in fresh air, to go on without suffocating.

Today, I make amends with myself for the thousandth time. I forgive myself for letting it go. It will happen again. I’ll lose it through words residing in the least visited parts of my body but I’ll always find a way to bring them back.

At least, that’s what I hope for.

Love, Alyazya

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Come Embarce Solitude!


IMG_5750Sharjah Art Museum

I long for peaceful solitude
and desire slow time;
with heavy breaths
that fill the air
and push seconds
down, deeper into me.

Time lays by my side.
My body is lost,
drowning in the calm
of a silence in hiding
in the stillness
of my room.

Warm on the surface,
but cold air creeps
into my bones.
Patient and unfeeling,
I crack;
seconds escape,
and time moves on.

Restless, I now lay
craving a moment of silence,
and for time to move slow.

Love, Alyazya

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Focus – The Spotlight effect

Come spend some time with Zoewiezoe!!!


Earlier this week , while I was burying myself in the sugary haze of a marzipan cake (better than booze, I’m arguing), I literally broke the knife while attempting to carve through the crust of this thing. As in – I actually broke the blade away from the handle completely. SNAP. CRACK. My flair for drama instantly evoked me photographing the incident and posting it to my Instagram story with the tagline ‘It’s just one of them days…’

You know. A Murphy’s law day. With things going awry. Breaking. Messing up. Now, I’ll admit that I am not a pro-photographer and my Insta-update frequency is a whopping once a month (if that) because frankly: who does anything interesting during lockdown? So I had no big expectations for this pic on my feed whatsoever.

Turns out though – posting that picture held a lifelesson.

Throughout the day-of-posting I…

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