I hide the girl behind
The beauty and
Fiction of my name.
...
My name is but a symbol
A tool to the roles I play you see,
A promise unfulfilled;
Of tantalizing possibility,
What he senses and what could be.
...
A mirage, dancing within a dream,
...
Cloaked in fantasy. He is my fire.
And beauty born of truth.
--- GREAT STUFF!
I liked how this unfolds A LOT. As beautiful as a flower in bloom. You appeal to the all the senses with this. I'm adding this one to my library. Graceful and passionate.
I wear it well
Adorning me like a mask
A shroud to cloud his eyes,
This sexuality of mine
A veil he cannot see.
He knows the mask is just a ruse,
An aspect of my game,
I hide the girl behind
The beauty and
Fiction of my name.
You rock in salacious poetry.
Hugs your salacious romance writing friend,
Marie
Enjoy twists and surprising turns in this erotic collection of sexy love stories based on seven classic fairy tales. There are romantic interludes to touch your heart and plenty of scorching sex to warm your coldest nights.
Zara’s Bois:
When the powers-that-be make the decision to return a selfish party-girl to Earth on three missions of redemption, can romance and mayhem be far behind? One hot and trendy gay nightclub, two bickering angels and three unlikely p
Three thoughts came to mind as I read this:
First, the beautiful words in an old Nat "King" Cole tune:
"A blossom fell, and very soon, I knew someone else was kissing you beneath the moon..."
Secondly, a vision of EVE, as her fig leaf floated gently to the earth, revealing Adam's DELIGHT!
Finally, the song title - "I AM WOMAN!" The Invincable Invitation of Mons Veneris that NO man in his right mind could ever REFUSE!
Keep 'em Cummin' Kiddo! Excellent write! Tom.
Reindeer
The beauty and
Fiction of my name.
...
My name is but a symbol
A tool to the roles I play you see,
A promise unfulfilled;
Of tantalizing possibility,
What he senses and what could be.
...
A mirage, dancing within a dream,
...
Cloaked in fantasy. He is my fire.
And beauty born of truth.
--- GREAT STUFF!
I wear it well
Adorning me like a mask
A shroud to cloud his eyes,
This sexuality of mine
A veil he cannot see.
He knows the mask is just a ruse,
An aspect of my game,
I hide the girl behind
The beauty and
Fiction of my name.
You rock in salacious poetry.
Hugs your salacious romance writing friend,
Marie
Love Tinka