Behind these unpainted walls

“ I have the passion of a city girl “ , he said to me last night , while his hands glided over my exposed skin lying limp beneath his heavy body .He brought his face closer to mine , his rough chin scracthed on my face . His hands followed the road map down … Continue reading Behind these unpainted walls


In memory of someone

A stranger steps down a lofty hill, Enveloped in cloak of secrecy, conquering peril Sneaks entre in my heart I stand still , snubbing snowflakes from heaven as they depart His thumping beats sing a song thrush Breaking monotony of a sombre saga We nailed our hands together , I confess He was my prince … Continue reading In memory of someone