Brussel sprout Stories

I cannot speak the words to convey how much I miss you. That would make it real. Heart-slashing miseryhas displaced a sultry burn. My thoughts are still full of you,craving just...One... word. Through tears,I see in the mirror,an emptiness, where there once was a part of you. My tears will neverfill that emptiness. The void will torture me for as long as you're not there.  © trinket 2017

He is going to call me soon. I'm sitting on the edge of my bed, phone in my hand. Thinking about his ability to devour me completely leaves me breathless and dripping wet. His need is subjugation; to know he can do anything he wants to me with no complaint or resistance, to take and own every part of me. For me to surrender to his brutal love. To own me.I would give this man everything; I would do anything he asks of me....

My beach is beckoning. The tide is swimming out.Seagulls soar above,calling out our names. *** With sand beneath my feet,gazing out to sea,seaspray carries a kissfrom your lips to me. *** Tides ebb and flow.Each day more will followfrom my lips to yours,wrapped in a memory or two. *** On our sandy paradise,hearts full of longing.Salty breeze on our faces, while our tides turn again. ***This long passionate kiss;I will onl...