Narcoleptic Nomad VIII

Narcoleptic Nomad VIII I dream of my ancestors dancing across the black sanded beaches of Italy... I wonder if they looked like me... With hair darker than the coast and sunsets as romantic as their hearts... Sweet wine... Fragrant vines... Stones and spirits as old as time... Escaping such love is a crime... A baroque... Continue Reading →

An Ode To ‘Dirty Dancing’

🖤Dirty Dancing🖤 Familiar songs bring comfort and pleasant memories... Her heart goes, bump bump... As her kisses come in three's... His heart goes, bump bump... Giggles turn to sighs.. Her heart goes, bump bump... Cradled, unlike a baby, though she cries... His heart goes, bump bump... Plush cotton heavy on the skin... Her heart goes,... Continue Reading →

101 Lovers

Paul Brouillette Photography 101 Lovers One hundred lovers and not one love... It flutters away more quickly than the wings of a dove... The delicacies and stirrings from below... Surely one may drown from the undertow... One hundred and one lovers, one hundred more words... One could fly higher than the birds... One hundred times,... Continue Reading →

Narcoleptic Nomad III

Narcoleptic Nomad III I dream of Australia... What land to behold... There are deadly creatures that lurk in every nook and cranny... Terrain and wilderness rule... I dream of it's coast and the respect it demands... Dreams will never suffice, I shall humble myself within the realm of the Aussie Lands... -Madamchryzl- To My Lovely... Continue Reading →

Derivatives Photo By: MadamChryzl Sensation exists because of deprivation... Boundaries are given on basis of stipulation... Longing develops when one stands in the right place... Agony will never depart with out a trace... Scars can be beautiful and not all leave a mark... Discomfort has its place the boundaries need not be stark. Voids exist... Continue Reading →

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