Ghosts of Me

Side effects might also include becoming who you were always meant to be. . .

Good morning, Angel. I can't take away all the hurt, but I will hold you close and tease as much of it away as I can, leaving you only with warmth today. . .

It always does. . .

All I have to offer here,
Are thoughts so vulnerable,
Words so susceptible,
Exposed between heartbeats,
And all you can hope for,
Is a thousand satin kisses,
Set upon your undress,
Full of redamancy,
As we lay amongst burnt roses...

Pre-storm energy. Clouds and bursts billow like lightning in her eyes, a growing sense of momentum building on the horizon of desire, the torrential swirl imminent, drawn on the hooked bite of her lip. . .

Really? That's how they start a convo? That's so objectifiable. Shows no tact and a total lack of respect. Pathetic. . .

Anonymous messages! Anonymous messages!

Ask me anything.

The struggle is real. . .

You're so pretty I almost can't stand it. LOL!

Is it the time change, the pivoting season, or something else that seems to have a lot of folks down today? Just remember YOU are beautiful. YOU are special. YOU are the reason for someone's ardor.

Is it the time change, the pivoting season, or something else that seems to have a lot of folks down today? Just remember YOU are beautiful. YOU are special. YOU are the reason for someone's ardor.

The hard and sad part is a society that makes you even have to think about this. It sounds like you're past feeling self-concious and that's awesome, but can society PLEASE just let people be people. We are ALL perfectly flawed in some regard. Let's all accept, be kind, and move on with our day.

It's just sound advice, folks. Be who you are without apologies.

Thank you, Lisa!

The curve of your hip. . . *bites knuckles*

Thanks so much. I just adore the overall expression. You shall be my muse for a future written piece. :-)

You're so welcome. In fact, I'd like to use that picture with one of my future vignettes, if it's OK with you. Asking for your permission.

I know you previously mentioned not being real confident with eye liner, but that looks fabulous. I think you have it figured out.

Pre-storm energy. Clouds and bursts billow like lightning in her eyes, a growing sense of momentum building on the horizon of desire, the torrential swirl imminent, drawn on the hooked bite of her lip. . .

A lonely, empty beach with the sun setting over the water.

Empty beach chairs
Umbrellas billowing
Sea spray in the wind
Sand and seagulls
The smell of the ocean
Of a summer memory
And the warmth that is no longer there...

Those are absolutely perfect!

Enticing. . .

You are exquisitely beautiful and knock out sexy. My goodness I'm moved. . .

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Love your sense of humor.

A million feelings. A thousand thoughts. A hundred memories. A pillow of winds. All because of you. . .

More appetizing than words can describe. . .

Delicious!

Anonymous messages! Anonymous messages!

Ask me anything.

And an enthusiastic "Hello" right backatcha!