Warm suspirations,
Lingering over my soul,
Our shenanigans.
Lingering over my soul,
Our shenanigans.
Inspired by the prompt at
Hark! The rhythm
Hark! The rhythm. The pellet drum rattles. The dance begins. The creation, the annihilation, the fleeing in-betweens, and beyond these appar...
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The sun was nearly gone. So were the last of his passengers. That was what he thought. Driving the cab at snail-pace through city’s traffi...
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He went there. Daily. Unfailingly. His conversations, Candid, Intimate. And why not! He had Inspired That iron-man, ...
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The 12 inch heel, the confident gait, The measured steps, the sudden halt, The blush on cheeks, the smoldering eyes, The hands on h...
How lovely .... Those breathless moments of youth .. .!
ReplyDeleteThank you Milan.
DeleteI liked it.. Very well done..
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