Friday Fantasy ~ Erotic Sentiments – #poetry #FebruaryWriting

09 Friday Feb 2018

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What I have left, from my evenings with you

Holds me spellbound, haunted, the desire was true

Games that we played, seemed like hours on end

You were my lover, but never my friend

Bound to you, my eyes, always blind

Marks round my wrists, for days, to remind

Your sentiments toward me, extremely erotic

Sent my heart, into beats, oh! so chaotic

No other could touch me, that, you forbade

Yes, I was your prisoner, caught in your charade

 

February Writing Prompt: Erotic Sentiments – Day 9/28

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#LateNightMusings ~ Approaching – #words of #nature

08 Thursday Feb 2018

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In the trees, of my favorite hideaway

I can hear you chirping your heart out

Your song, letting me know spring is approaching

 

 

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Optimistic Pessimism ~ #poetry

08 Thursday Feb 2018

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I always tend to be an optimist

But these days I’m not quite sure

Every day it gets harder and harder

I don’t know how much I can endure

I try not to get overwhelmed

By the daily routine of my life

But I’m stuck in a rut, an abyss

One that’s filled with unbearable strife

Pessimism was never my forte

Though the times have changed, you see

I’m beginning to think I’ve forgotten

How beautiful this life can be

 

The Daily Post: Tend

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His Crush ~ #poetry #FebruaryWriting

08 Thursday Feb 2018

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The winds blew silently against her

Dress swayed, like ripples in the sea

She stood there, in the twilight

Enjoying life, unbothered, carefree

All he could see in the darkness

Were her six red balloons, in the sky

He thought about calling out to her

But all he could do was just sigh

Wondering if he should approach her

The thoughts in his head turned to mush

It would be another Valentine’s Day, spent alone

He’d have to dream, about his mystery crush

 

 

February Writing Prompt: Red Crush – Day 8/28

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#LateNightMusings ~ Stories Held – #words of #nature

07 Wednesday Feb 2018

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Imagine the stories it holds

Gathered, on the wisp of a feather

 

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