Tag: love

Keepsake

Six Sentence Story word prompt – Keepsake

There was a poet living in poverty. His only possession was his words.

He was secretly in love with the shoemaker's daughter. So, everyday he wrote a love poem and whispered to her as a keepsake.

She was born tender eyed and was not married even way passed childbearing age. But all the days of her life, she was happy especially when she saw how beauty she was in the mirror.

Beach Bliss

This is a collaboration between Bree and Cassa. It’s so much fun to write with a fellow Aussie. Check out Bree’s blog for more of her mystery Secret Thoughts Within.

Let me be the sea breeze caress your sun bleached hair
My urging breath dances on your bronzing shoulders and coats your lips with a crystalline salty kiss

Let me be the fine sand between your thighs like a wayward soul seeking paradise
I’ll warm up your skin to bring a pink blush to your cheeks as I explore every inch of your summer soaked body

It's the Pacific sun burning my mind
You are making me hungry, thirsty and possessive
I become a predator roaming for my prey till twilight

Let me overtake your senses with my crashing passion as the moon pulls in the tide
My every neuron charging along the ebb and flow of your sinew body
Breaking into your veins and crevices over and over till eternity

The night owl hides in the blackwood
The moon blushes into wattle flakes
Our naked souls lace in the orange sand 
The waves blossom into our ferocious moans as we drift into a blissful trance

Your Closet

Some guys appreciate fine dining.
Some love to drink to oblivion.
Some have the addiction of coffee and smoke.

Some men are fixated on beautiful women.
Some are into the mind altering liquid.
Some sleep with wealth in their pillow case.

I wonder what is your vice?
When I peep into your closet,
Whoa!
You are the T-Shirt guy.
🙃🤭😀

CD

I have kept this CD player
with our love story 
hidden in the tracks
in case 
you come to this cafe
again
we will share our love for music
just like the old days
before everything fell apart

Until then
I have no reason to revisit
the path we strolled along 
hand in hand
sharing earphones
dancing to the beat
of our love songs

I wonder
will you blush
like you've always been
when you hear it plays
will you still
turn up the volume
trying to drown out
our heartbeats

I wonder
will I finally 
allow myself
to break down
when realise 
how much 
I'm still
loving you

Indecent

This is a collaborative piece by Bree and Cassa. Do check out Bree’s blog Secret Thoughts Within for more of her wonder.

My love for you is indecent
it doesn’t fit neatly into the mould
I am an outlier in every book of sin
No amount of purity resists my passion

Offer me your vigour
and I will return it ten-fold
You have never known a love like mine
I’m a wildfire and raging storm

Come! Count me in
Let me be your intoxication and Sunday regret
We’ll be each other’s forbidden fruit
and feast on a love so indecent

Unsure

I am not sure
if I ever
want forever

good dreams 
end in waking
real dreams
never come true

I am only sure
of this moment
if my heart 
feels warm 
and fuzzy
if my mind
is at peace

I am not sure
how to live
in tomorrows
when it comes
to the issue 
of my heart
and the matter
of love

Sibling Love

The father has two children.
He loves the first born more.
He loves them the same.

The first born is spoiled.
She has been given many and many are asked of her.
She knows her father's love is a golden ticket.
She is wild and prideful ignoring her father's chastisement.

The other child does not show love or compassion toward her.
Instead, critisies her out of jealousy and self righteousness.

The father is in deep grief. All he ever wanted is for his children to love him and love one another.


Writer's note:
This is a tale inspired by Israel and the Gentiles.