by Christine

January 16, 2017

Inhaling the fragrance

of the incense

and my dreams

make their way towards you

Luscious sweetness saturates the air

a firm embrace of your strong arms

the soft stroke of your hands on my skin...

the insatiable touch of your lips

When I wake up the scent has subsided,


June 11, 2016

All the other girls were jealous. They didn’t have to say it, but she knew.

Whispering around her: ”How is it, that out of all the other ones, she is the lucky one?”

The spiteful snickering behind her back didn't bother Ellie anymore. She herself could not believe her...

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