Fridayam's BlogLove finds it hard to
live with the chipped cup, the
often barren larder, the
barren promises like
candles meant to scent,
smelling of nothing until their
acrid smoke spirals when
blown out.
Your nose wrinkles as you
approach my poems
expecting me to be
grotesquely naked within when
actually you will find me
chastely clothed with words.
because the story must be told
Storytelling, short stories, fable, folk tales,...
Sexy Times ~ Warm Feelings ~ Hot Flashes ~ All That
The Anne Billson blog
Married Submissive, Exploring the kinky side of life.
Marriage with a Twist
Stories, Poems and Titillating Epitaphs
In happiness my words I lack, in grief they overflow.
A Journey to a Healthier Me.
dressed in words
"He was unheeded, happy, and near to the wild heart of life." ...James Joyce
Erotic Poet and Artist - Welcome to My Sensual World
A quoi servent les images que l'on ne montre pas ?
Because a dirty mind is a terrible thing to waste...
Dream. Explore. Learn. Repeat.. Let's traverse on the paths less taken and explore whole new worlds
