ABCW: No Love, Its Lust

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I see that ruffled bed where you lay tonight

Every curve glowing in the moon light

Oh! Those breast and thighs

Just the thought of it makes my temperature rise

Your touch and turn

Makes my body burn

I want you so bad

I grab your hair & kiss you hard

Seeing you at the bar “Jingle”

Made my every nerve tingle

All I wanted to do, was take you to my bed

Forever together, is not what I ever said

For love, I have someone called as my my wife

You honey, have to know she is my life

Baby girl, I want you to know,Its not love

Its just lust on you, That makes me bow

This post is written for ABC Wednesday - L

Mag: Always There

photo credit: Gerrit Photography

On that fateful day, she had promised to meet him near the park, their usual meeting place.

He was very excited that morning. he was going to propose her. Finally, after 6 years of being together, it was very special for him. She was his first love.

He got her a beautifully cut solitaire ring.

It was raining. it was unusually heavy for this part of the town and his car broke down. He saw her across the street and ran to meet her with flowers in his hand.

A truck came, and all she saw was her man flying 5 feet from the ground.

The truck went away. 

And there he lie, on the road, in the rain, with those flowers strewn around him.

She was shocked, she couldn't react. She found that ring in his picket before his funeral and broke down. She loved him with all her heart.

Today, she sits in this coffee shop where she spent hours talking to him. She has her laptop open with his smiling picture in it and tears in her eyes. Wishing she could hug him, and tell him how much she loved and missed him.

Little does she know, he was there with her always.

This post is written for Magpie tales - Mag 287

WODW: Walking Away

I leave the world behind ,and walk the path unexplored
Is there heaven or is there  hell?

Will this be better than the life I lived or will this be bad?

I walk in this path, Wishing someone would call for me
I walk in this path, Realizing there is no one who would look out for me

This post is written for -Write or Die Wednesdays  by Mia of The Chronicles of Chaos and Vashelle of Shelly’s Cabaret

ABCW & APED: Kiss

Two Lips Meet

Every nerve in the body burns

The hand slips down to feel every curve, every contour

A small fire of passion ignites, and turns into a big roaring flame

When the kiss of Life happens

This post is written for A Prompt Each Day, Prompt 31
This post is written for ABC Wednesday - K

MFTS: Mango Tree

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

She lived in a mango tree

From the time she was three

With golden hair & blue eyes she was born

Like her mother who has been buried for long

Her step mother envious & ugly at heart

She killed her father and tore him apart

This golden girl she couldn’t harm

For she was protected by God’s own arm

That’s why she locked the girl on a mango tree

And swore that she will never go free

Years later, came a college guy

With a car, a bandana, a guitar music so high

He saw this beautiful young girl above

And fell so much in love

With music he confessed his feelings for her

And promised to save her from her stepmother

He called the cops & got the mother arrested

And freed his love, from the place she rested

Thus, here is a modern fairy tale

Of her who lived on a mango tree

This post is written for Monday Finish the Story - Mango Tree

Mag: Frosted

photo by Tess Kincaid

Sometimes, I sit alone and wish
What if things were different?

I see a moist glass
I see rains outside

I draw something on the frosted glass
While deep in my thoughts, without realizing where my fingers are moving to.
What I see when I came out of my thoughts was a free & a happy girl.

Then, I wish to be like the silhouette on the glass
I wish to be free & happy

This post is written for Magpie Tales - Mag 286

Mag: House

As a kid I loved to build houses

I made so many for my friends

For their birds & their mouse

I wanted to build one beautiful house for my mom & dad

All said I was a crazy lad

I chose every wood, every interior carefully

All I wanted was to decorate it beautifully

Green walls, white french windows

A beautiful snow white door & a patio

A garden in the backyard & a pond I imagined

At 32 today, I see my dream fulfilled

I made the house for them like i imagined

I see smiles on my parents and eyes filled

I made a house, my parents made it a home

All that love, that has happened & yet to come

I promise myself today.

I would keep their face smiling & happy everyday

This post is written for Magpie tales - Mag 285

WOW: Inspiration

I was inspired to follow my dreams.
I went behind following it
And fell from the balcony
Then I realized I was sleep-walking

Sent from the hospital with a few fractures here and there

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda

FF: Haiku

PHOTO PROMPT – © Jennifer Pendergast

Haiku for the old, who feel lost and abandoned by their family

Eons back, In the sea

I was young, free, wanted by all

Old now, Abandoned by all

This post is written for Friday Fictioneers by Rochelle Wisoff-Feilds

TT: Patterns

PC: Google Images - teenink

Haiku

She sat by the window

Thinking to herself and drawing random patterns

Wishing he would come back

This post is written for Theme Thursday - Pattern