He comes home early. Door's locked. Strange. Calls for his wife from the hallway—no reply. Groceries? Not her usual time. Upstairs, bedroom, he figures, taking a nap—not there either. A suspicious movement in the corner of his eye—the garden! Huh? Naked? Dancing seductively? Why? Sinking feeling. A lover? In the garden? Bitch! Rushing downstairs and out—no one else there. Relief—confused relief. "Hey hun," she greets him....
Beauty is skin,Smooth and unblemished,Textures that hunger for touch,From fingertips of gold,Pores that breathe, sigh and moan,And creases that reflect,The essence of you. Beauty is shape,The sweep of the curves,From prominent shoulders,To the slimmest waist, and outward,By the flare of the hips,A musical richness and,In likeness of a Cello or Bass. Beauty is colour,Blackest of night,Or deep, chocolate brown,Glistening in...
I entered this day with joy,For we had spoken late last night when I could not sleep.Just knowing you are there Brings comfort and peace.Knowing there is purpose to every breath I take, Knowing there is hope With every step I take Then I see you again,And my heart is stirred to wonder.The impact on my mind, The flutter in my chest, I hear your voiceDeep within my soul Words that help and heal Hope is born withinMy life...
Color my feelings and shade them in.Paint my heart and lips red.Brush my mind with bright colored strokes.Prisms of light touch my soul when you color my skin.Crimson prints your fingers leave on my heart.Sunbursts bloom in my eyes when thoughts pass through.New colors discovered over time.Rainbow shades never seen before or again.Invented, imagined paint shades color my life. Fading but remaining forever yours and mine.
I was having a long day at my job as a tutor in the institute where I work. My name is Kissovak, and I tutor graphics design. It was already past my usual time for home. As exam time was nearing, students were coming after class hours with some things they needed help with. Just as I finished my work and was getting ready to leave for home, someone entered my office and locked the door. I was surprised to see one of my st...
White is just the canvas we bring all the other colors to in order to enrich our lives. Red is the intensity of the passionate love that we have for each other. Orange is the excitement that our love brings to our relationship. Pink is when our two bodies entwine with one another and the feeling that creates. Purple makes us realize that meeting each other was really a beautiful gift. Green makes us feel envious and jealo...
"Who was she?" Chelsea asked after Molly had gone. "A friend," Jake said shortly. It was all he could do not to run after her. God, how could this have happened? He had no idea what to do. Well, he decided, Molly was gone and probably needed time to calm down. So for now, he would deal with Chelsea. "A good friend?" Chelsea raised an eyebrow. "What did you want to talk about?" Jake went into the kitchen. "I wanted to talk...
Now this is the way to watch a movie, Jake thought. He sat on Molly's couch and she was curled up next to him. His arm was around her shoulders, and if he leaned his head down just a little, he could smell the light, airy scent of her shampoo. The lights were dimmed to make it easier to see the screen. He hadn't cared about the movie, he realized. He just didn’t want to stop being with Molly. Everything about the day had...
Molly had a great time with Maddy and her friends, Ginger and Sharon. She hadn’t had a girls' night of any kind in forever, and they all got along famously. Not a lot of jewelry got made, but they had a blast anyway, and made tentative plans to do it again. “Oh, that was fun,” Molly said with a happy sigh as she helped Maddy clear away the dishes. “I haven’t done anything like that in so long.” “Really?” said Maddy. “That...
"So, what do you do?" Jake asked as they walked. It was a nice late summer night. The temperature had dropped slightly and the humidity was low. A slight breeze fanned through Molly's hair. "Me?" Molly asked. "I'm, um, I'm a nurse." She managed not to say that it was a choice her family had not supported. It didn’t seem fair to lay that on him when they'd only just met. "No kidding?" Jake asked. "In a doctor's office or a...
Silver, Blue & Gold Author's note: This was one of my early stories, when I was still working on writing. Well, I still am, but had more to learn at this point. I hope you like it, even though it's a bit rough around the edges. Jacob Scott stared at his desk. He couldn't believe she was gone. It had been a week and he still couldn't wrap his mind around it. Chelsea had left him. "I'm sorry, Jacob," she had said, standing...
Gentle touch of giant hands Upon a fragile canvas tainted Images that create desire A stroke of passion finely painted Colors that mix with ease Assorted hues vivid, bright and keen Wanting, craving, needing to please The artist stands back to study his piece Transparent, matted, bold or radiant Which shall he choose this night? Or will his brush not feel the grip Of hands that are warm and soft The image he creates is un...
