Addictions and lies.

Addictions and lies. One can be addicted to the wrong things. Here are some of my addictions. I'm addicted to coffee. There are more dirty mugs in my sink and empty coffee bottles in my dustbin than the number of people I trust. The first conversation I have in the day is with a steaming … Continue reading Addictions and lies.

Home and him.

It has been a while since I had posted something I've written, and I really wanted to. The Whiskey Words is still going on. Tomorrow is the last date to submit, though. Enjoy! I've been asked time and time again, How can a person be your home? Now, how do I explain this? When I … Continue reading Home and him.

Whisky Words: Project (6)

This is Submission SIX of The Whisky Words. The Whisky Words is a writing project (and a giveaway). The winner has been announced. Him His white shirt, His deep blue jeans, His disheveled good hair, And a smile so sweet; He had me at 'Hi' Oh, how he knew it, I was falling, He pushed … Continue reading Whisky Words: Project (6)

Whiskey Words: Project (3)

This is Submission THREE of The Whisky Words. The Whisky Words is a writing project (and a giveaway). The winner has been announced. Dark Chocolate Bittersweet. Addictive. The smell makes you want more of it, but people can die from its over-dose. Melts in your mouth and becomes a part of you. Inseparable. Dark things … Continue reading Whiskey Words: Project (3)

Bare waists and midriffs.

I don't know why every time his fingers trail my bare waist, I feel much more than just the shiver of intimacy run up my spine. I try to wander through the corridors of my mind to find out why he feels much more than just someone I make out with. I cannot help but … Continue reading Bare waists and midriffs.