Every morning I look at his face and listen to his voice saying things to me that I long to hear repeated over and over. I long for him to think them. This week I am having to let go of a lot of things . Maybe I should have let go of him, too… Continue reading Voices
Tag: Writings
Stalker, Kidnaper, Lover
I grew too impatient to sit on my next writing, so let Amazon tempt me into another self-published work through Kindle Unlimited. I hope you will consider reading. Sometimes your heart wants what your heart wants. Jane is exhausted. A successful professional and caretaker to everyone in her life, she longs for just one thing:… Continue reading Stalker, Kidnaper, Lover
The Log Cabin
Another writing and imagining. Fantasies of being alone with Him will never be far from my mind.
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
Lisa Gray 