“Take my hand, let me help you”, Were his words to her, she smiled shyly, No words necessary, a risk she was willing to take, To follow a path, that
Do you wonder, Why people try to hide their imperfections? Whereas the imperfections are what make us who we are Define us and distinguish us from others? We are perfect
A gaze of intense feelings, as his eyes looked into hers, The wanting and desire seemed to escalate, her legs quivering, Aching and biting need, longing for winds of his
Dear Dad, It’s been 4 years 3 months since you suddenly left this world. Things have changed a lot around here but before we get down to that I just
“Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It’s the transition that’s troublesome” Isaac Asimov. It all depends on how you choose to live your life; happy or miserable. I may not
I do not have a perfect writing space as I usually write when I’m at work; not because I’m not busy or that my job description involves writing, but because
“You may now kiss each other for the rest of your lives” said the priest. We had already said our final “I do’s and were pronounced husband and wife. All
Through the maze of my twisted secrets, he keeps following my heart, The charms of face and voice, he sees in me, Embracing all my imperfections and shortcomings, Easing his
They shared a unique bond, the kind that most people admire, Considered each other life partners, and built special plans, Both had dreams, they hoped to fulfill together, With their
We all have our vices but I truly think I’m a good person, not because I’m a saint, but because I have a kind heart, treat other people well, do