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
I loved him. At age twelve he touched my heart with his music. At age twenty he captured my heart when our eyes met as he sat on a stage and sang Four months later, he fractured my heart with his refusal to allow us to stay together. At age seventy
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
Falling to a rare sentinel illness and separated from her charges during a retrieval mission Xevera Nanay encounters the biggest threat to her survival but more importantly her autonomy when paramedic Michael Constantine recognizes and imprisons her
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