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You can not tell your heart who to love.
There is no bartering, no negotiating.
It simply is.
Mine is an unconditional surrender.
Come what may.
(140 unconditional characters)
Author: Moxie
I am a purveyor of dreams, fantasies and the occasional nightmare.
Usually sensual, often romantic, frequently erotic, sometimes humorous and nearly always offbeat—aiming for provocative. The stories that I write as well as the people, places and events found in them are pure fiction and nothing more—as far as you know.
Hole
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Life’s trivialities fill her days: rise, shine, work, sleep.
Repeat.
A few precious hours are even full of purpose.
But nothing fills the hole. (140 whole characters) |
His Heart
Many walked through her life,
Exit stage left, stage right.
But, there can only ever be
Just one who holds the key
to her heart…
His heart.
Daddy.
(140 heartfelt characters for the one who holds the key)
Clockwork Heart
I’d once given it up for broke;
Overwound, overused, over it all,
A clockwork heart best tossed in a drawer and forgotten.
Sturdy. It beats on.
(140 unstoppable characters)
Reminisce
One is our past, the other our future – both gifts not given away.
Memories are experience that can’t be undone, though used to dream a new day.
I embrace my memories as well as my dreams; they both are a part of me.
But, I can’t live just in the past and give up what is yet to be.
So, tell me your tales of the good old days; reminisce over a cup of tea.
As long as once your stories are told, you come dream a future with me.