Another writing and imagining. Fantasies of being alone with Him will never be far from my mind.
Tag: Writings
a Habit
When you smiled, the morning blushed pink& gold. Violent & tender. Horrifying & warm.My ache left me behind. I thought: okay.I could get used to this.& I did. I got used to you. You became a habit& god knows I can never get rid of habits.You, who told me I was worthy.You, full of ink… Continue reading a Habit
in a mood
For Daddy’s armsTo be smotheredTo be wrapped with careTo be used with much less careTo be part of a wholeTo belongTo ne devouredTo be thought ofTo be hurtTo be
Inside, Now
Another writing challenge
Do you Feel it
Do you feel it, Daddy?
Lisa Gray 