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Their meetings were always hurried, full of touches that were just a little too hard and kisses that involved too much tooth. Neither complained, there was no time for them to argue now. No time for prolonged, wordless struggles as to who was on top, no time to tease. It just happened.
It was only in the afterglow, the bittersweet sweat and laboured breaths, that they talked. Quiet murmurs accompanied by lips on skin, a squeeze of the hand on a hip.
"I haven't got long." Jaye would say, his once perfectly straightened and styled blond hair now a mess, stuck to the pillow with sweat.
His partner knew, and would only nod, close his one working eye, and press his lips somewhere else on Jaye's chest. "Did you get it on disc?"
The blond always did he knew how it worked and sat up to pull it from his jacket. He could feel the other man tightening the arm around his waist, as if re
Medici castle was on a scale that was rarely built on these days. Three hours ride out of Argonia at a gallop, it sat atop a cliff set just in from the sea, proudly overlooking the de'Medici's traditional holdings to Argonia's west. The land had been in the family for generations, and their line could be traced back even further than that. They were a force in politics, a well-worn family name that would come to Argonia's aid when asked and their constant grip on land so close to the city proved that.
However, it hardly made the place more welcoming in the winter. While heavy tapestries were hung up over the windows and fires were stoked at all hours of the day, there was a distinct chill to the air that crept through the walls itself. Torches lined the corridors, their shadows spooking the servant's children as their shirked their duties. The entire affair, outside of the noble's wing, felt much like a
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May you be renewed in tranquillity and wisdom.
The music came as a stab of sun, illusions of flowers splashing against the walls with every note squeezed from the harp. The echoes of hell were shaved away, tamed into the drabbles of a brook or the sea, and rock vaporised into the fresh damp of newly cut grass. Knuckles white and painful around the cruel arm of my throne I felt everything shatter again, the now familiar dark walls and stone melting away to grass and flowers and light, oh sweet light. Soft things, wet like tears. I let them fall, gritting my teeth against my tongue and ignoring the biting salty smell. I would not be seen to move, this man could not touch me, could not ruin what Id rebuilt. I would destroy him first.
We had seen him coming. Nothing living entered here without notice. They were bright against the gloomy shades, we could
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Cookieplease take note
i have taken your cookie
from your jar
you believed me
the person to my right
who stole the cookie from the cookie jar?
Birthstones + Zodiac!Birthstones:
March: Aquamarine & Bloodstone
June: Pearl (Moonstone or Alexandrite works to)
August: Onyx (Peridot & Sardonyx work to)
October: Opal (Tourmaline works to)
November: Topaz (Citrine works to)
December: Turquoise (Tanzanite and Zircon work to)
Mouse: Born 2008, 1996, 1984, 1972, 1960, 1948, 1936, 1924, 1912
Ox: Born 2009, 1997, 1985, 1973, 1961, 1949, 1937, 1925, 1913
Tiger: Born 1998, 1986, 1974, 1962, 1950, 1938, 1926, 1914
Rabbit: Born 1999, 1987, 1975, 1963, 1951, 1939, 1927, 1915
Dragon: Born 2000, 1988, 1976, 1964, 1952, 1940, 1928, 1916
Snake: Born 2001, 1989, 1977, 1965, 1953, 1941, 1929, 1917
Horse: Born 2002, 1990, 1978, 1966, 1954, 1942, 1930, 1918, 1906
Sheep: Born 2003, 1991, 1979, 1967, 1955, 1943, 1931, 1919, 1907
Monkey: Born 2004, 1992, 1980, 1968, 1956, 1944, 1932, 1920, 1908
Rooster: Born 2005, 1981, 1969, 1957, 1945,
The Rain GamePitter-patter is their laughter
Playing hopscotch on my house
While some play hide and seek
To my window, they scatter
In their desperate desire to ditch the scene
Collide with the others on the team
Hide in the nooks and crannies
And linger til dawn -
When the sun finds them
Illuminates, exposes them
Little rascals -
Not one left hidden
They heavy-heartedly leave their hiding spots
They won't be idle for very long
For inside of every raindrop
Are molecules of playful exuberance stirring
Tag - you’re it!
They skadaddle to the sky
And congregate in clouds
Until the next round
When they get too crowded, cramped, caged-in
and plunge towards the ground
I crave you, but you don't careI crave you
but you don’t care
You don’t see me in your periphery
You don’t see me anywhere
When you close your eyes,
In your dreams
Or in your life
You don’t want what I can offer
You don’t care that I …
You don’t care
Oh what a twisted twisted feeling
Craving you gives no meaning
To my life, ‘cause this desire
Won’t burn by ignition
Won’t turn to ashes in the fire
Won’t freeze although I freeze you out
Won’t let go, against all reason
If I knew this was what I signed up for
I would have left the door shut
I’m too smart, to great to let
Myself be in this position
I refuse to but I keep wishing
You would care
Why don’t you care?
Touch meI want you to touch me
I want to feel the heated passion when our lips gently touch.
I want to look into the eyes I love so much
I want you to touch me
I want to follow your assertive command
When you pull me in close
And were nose to nose
Then I want you to touch me
I want to feel your warm hand on my cheek.
As we slowly close out tired eyes
Worn and weary from the hurt and lies
But when you touch me
Everything wrong suddenly disappeares
And I'm left complete, with you right here
And I softly touch you
And bury my face in your chest
you just hold me
And put all my doubts to rest
And I slowly touch you
As you you hold my hand
Why you love me
I'll never quite understand
But when you touch me
Nothing else really matters
No walls around us
Our guard is shattered
And were left right here
Vulnerable but safe
With the days swiftly ending
The hours grow late
But time stands still
In the world that we live
More time to love
And more love to give.
Did you wish upon a star?
Did you wish upon a star
So you could fly so very far
Did Peter Pan offer you his hand
And you flew of to Never Land
Did you fly towards the second star to the right
And straight on till midnight
Did you meet Captain Hook
The pirate crook
Did you see Tinker Bell
The one who allowed you to fly with a spell
Did you see the crocodile
Who's smile is so vile
Did you wish upon a star
So you could fly so very far
Oh, my lovely fish
It gives me great joy to see you swimming
When I go on holidays I miss you and hope you are well
At night it gives me happiness to feed you and watch you
Every day you swim with your friend Silvie
Sometimes at night I like to listen to the sound of your pump
No other fish of mine has lived so long so that must be a sign that you love me
Even if you die tomorrow I will always remember you
You're Not A PoetYou’re not a poet because of strung words
Together on row upon row again
Of blank verse or perhaps liberal rhyme.
‘Slam’ all you want, other poets wonder;
Your ignorance of couplets a blunder?
Yes! I speak harshly, but it’s no gross crime,
To point with honesty failed verse of thine.
No real poet discards upper case words;
Lets prose crawl on paper like listless worms.
You seek to free verse of those stern letters,
Sever away bleak capital fetters,
But it doesn’t sing of great speech sublime,
Rather, it sneaks of writing in spare time.
Wait! before you throw me in the icy Rhine;
It’s hard to put verse together in rhyme,
To make our dull words sound great all the time,
Hear them ring out loud, like a clear clock’s chime,
Heralding a poet’s summer prime.
Yet the sacred muses weep at your crime;
Your pentameter mangled thick like slime,
The subject not gilded in raiment fine;
Your bold ink font, crystal waters divine
Tastes bitter to the ton
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