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Why do you love me?

Vohne kept stacking the logs for the upcoming winter’s cold weather. The words had come out of his lips, but he knew it was her who wanted to talk about it. She had this way of invading his thoughts and she loved snuggling in his head, in between two warm memories… Cibel sat close by,…… Continue reading Why do you love me?

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Not so…

Via today’s Daily Prompt: Agile   Bright blue skies, pretty young lies… Tickling my flesh ever so gently, making my skin, valleys and peaks pointy… Oh you are good, but kid yourself not! Even with a knee down, I can always get up. And though you know your way well, around my pesky little heart, there…… Continue reading Not so…

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First night together…

  Vohne lay beside her, in silence… Watching Cibel’s curves licked by the dim candle light, he hesitated. Why do you keep your distance, Love?  She rolled over, offering herself, her pale skin contrasting on the black silky linen. “Poor wounded dove” he thought to himself. As if she was reading his very mind, she…… Continue reading First night together…

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Loophole…

Via today’s daily prompt: Loophole Of course, there was a loophole in our story. The difference between us being, I didn’t care, while it drove you crazy…      

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The beast…

  You can try to hide, play hide and seek. But the beast won’t go to sleep… You can lock up your closet, check well under your bed. But the beast won’t go to sleep… You can deny it, make pretend, act as if you don’t see it. But the beast Won’t go to sleep……… Continue reading The beast…

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Frazil…

  “You are crazy…” His tone was more worried than blaming. He had been standing there for a while, watching over her from a couple of steps back. She was sitting on the lake’s shore, hiding under her large fur cloak. So very still and silent, she had been waiting there for hours already, waiting…… Continue reading Frazil…