Touch Of A Lover
Love In 50 Words Challenge Submission
I Love
Being held in your warm embrace,
My safe space.
The gentle stroke of your hand through my hair;
Now a mess, I don't care.
The feeling as you whisper sweet nothings,
You've already got me blushing.
Your mouth on mine, our tongues in battle.
I start to unravel.
About the Creator
Maddy Haywood
Hi there! My name's Maddy and I'm an aspiring author. I really enjoy reading modernised fairy tales, and retellings of classic stories, and I hope to write my own in the future. Fantasy stories are my go-to reads.
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Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts6 days ago in Longevity
Comments (3)
Absolutely Beautiful !! Nicely Done!!!!
I love this!!
Very beautifully written, Maddy