Love, like shards of glass,
with inhibitions, broken,
gleaming in the light.
Linking with RonovanWrites
with inhibitions, broken,
gleaming in the light.
Linking with RonovanWrites
Monday blues
Monday starts with clouds. Rain, traffic, files and long hours - the same old weekdays. Swamped calendars, papers pile, already - thoughts o...
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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...
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It was her umpteenth shift in that cramped bus on a Monday morning. She had hoped to avoid the digging arms and elbows. But to no avail. ...
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“ Chubby cheeks, dimple chin, Rosy lips, teeth within, Curly hair, very fair, Eyes are blue, lovely too. Daddy’s pet, is that you? ” ...
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