Skip to main content


indiscreet whispers
hushed glances & blushed cheeks
something sinful is submerged
feel the surge
feel the heat


Comments

A van de Aa said…
Rooie wangetje of rode oortjes ?!!!
Mey said…
De rode oortjes zijn voor een geheime toeschouwer, die hoort wat hij niet dient te horen, de blosjes voor degene die spreekt of aangesproken wordt. ;-)

Popular posts from this blog

nighttime sounds: an owl in a tree,
wind rustling the remaining leaves
gnarly branches,
black against the moon

the sweetest dreams,
taking residence in my heart

you & I
an impossible possibility
the sheets will not reveal my secrets


In silence

never would there evermore
a song upon a breeze
for music has forsaken us
went lost among the trees

now darkness has surrounded us
and vanquished all the light
in silence now we just await
the visitor in the night