Love At First Sight

It’s time again for this week’s Friday Fictioneers. A 100 word (give or take) challenge on a photo prompt provided by the extremely creative Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.

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(Photo by John Nixon)

He bumped her arm; it was just by chance,

She did not scold, just spared a glance.

His heart had stilled when he’d seen her there,

With her slender frame and her gold spun hair.

 

He asked her name, but she did not say.

An instant love, that damn cliché.

He walked away, then glanced back over,

She was the muse and he the observer.

 

The song of love, it filled his ears,

And wiped away so many years.

The haunting chords of a mandolin,

That played for him and his mannequin.

 

Below Stairs.

I am still trying to work on my self imposed commitment to try new styles and genres in my writing. Below is a short meld of bits of this and that. Its a kind of story and poem with an historical yet erotic twist thrown in, oh my!    I call it ………………………………practice!

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You asked me once if I knew your name, I could not answer, we were not the same.

You had choice and you had reason, If I hoped for more it would be treason.

For I was born to serve the world, and you were born to rule unfurled.

To me there was no name to share, no binding cord to show you care.

 

The pain you craved was hidden deep, behind stone walls and protected keep,

Yet you came to me and shared your soul, I gave you freedom and I gave you all.

I bared my body to feed your lust, it was my place and to survive I must,

When I wept in pain you drank my tears, until pure joy replaced the fears.

 

I’m bound and tied, I cannot flee, yet still I yearn for what will be.

I await your feel and crave your touch, and soon the ache becomes too much.

You tease my skin with dark and light, the lash of leather and feathered slight.

The reddened marks they fuel your fire, and still you soar and reach for higher.

 

You trace your tongue across my flesh, from ear to throat and then refresh,

You squeeze and tease a hardened tip, the trembling throes of passions grip.

Your tongue moves lower across pale skin, I strain against this mortal sin,

Yet how could we reject this force, that ties us blindly in its course.

 

You untie my bounds and leave to go, you say no words but your eyes they show,

That this is all there will ever be, that you are the master and the servant, me.

 

(Image from fineartamerica.com)

When I Was Young

I was yours and you were mine,

I wrote it down a thousand times,

You had fallen down from heaven,

I was six and you were seven.

 

When I was ten you kissed my cheek,

I blushed bright red, my legs felt weak.

You winked an eye then turned and ran,

And that was when I shaped my plan.

 

Thirteen came and fourteen too,

I hid my shadow from your view.

I was the whisper in your ear,

I was the touch that brushed past near.

 

At seventeen my plan remained,

I knew our love was pre-ordained.

You would be mine, it was a fact,

Perhaps they did not tell you that.

 

When I was twenty my plan had stalled,

I knew the reason, I saw who called.

I watched the days pass by so quick,

The flames of loss, a burning wick.

 

At twenty two you married June,

I cried so many tears for you.

My hopes and dreams all died that day,

Just scattered dust on a wedding bouquet.

 

(Photo from bedroomdoor.wordpress.com)

I Thought I Was Your Only One

I thought I was your only one,

Your first, your last, your everyone.

The one who made your breathing still,

The warm embrace that fought your chill.

The one that made your eyes ignite,

From every whispered word I spoke.

The one who made your fire burn bright,

I fed your heat and inhaled the smoke.

The one with moistened full red lips,

That trailed from foot to finger tips.

The one you kissed in such a way,

That all was lost, amidst the play.

The one that made you drown in lust,

Open, bare, in you I trust.

You took my all and so much more.

Then broke apart within my core.

That one that took you from my bed,

Will she bear witness to what I said?

When I thought I was your only one,

Your first, your last, your everyone.

Million Dollar Baby!

It’s time for the wonderful Friday Fictioneers (even though it’s only Wednesday).  A 100 word photo prompt from the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Why not give it a go, just follow the link and take a stab,

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She flailed, she kicked and she desperately tried to keep her head above water. Exhaustion pulled her down. She fought; she craved the air just above the surface. Nearly there, it was just within her grasp. But again she went under. The cold liquid vice imprisoned her limbs, each futile stroke lighter than the last.  She tasted the water and the salt of her tears.

As the darkness consumed her and called her to sleep, she whispered goodbye to the disappearing boat.  Her husband Robert, the only beneficiary of her million dollar life insurance, whispered a much drier farewell.

Can you hear me shout?

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Have you ever felt over whelmed,  humbled and incredibly chuffed? I have……..

And I’m not talking about losing 6lbs the week I had that stomach bug, or when I found £5 in the lining of my bag or even when I realised I could curl my tongue.

No, I’m talking about somebody liking my writing enough to give it a badge, yeahhhhhhhh.

The fabulous Community Storyboard have chosen one of my pieces as ‘A featured Post’. I’ve only been tackling poetry a few weeks and am lost for words at how chuffed I am that other people like my stuff.

Take a look over at The Community Storyboard, there are some fantastic stories and poems by some really great writers. It’s a great place to showcase your work.

My featured post is here – Where Did All Those Summers go?

Now lets celebrate, Sex or Wine, Wine or Sex…………………………………………..Get me the corkscrew!