She was the usual in the bar. I absolutely enjoyed her presence each time. She had this absolutely sexy vibe about her, yet she’s the
The static sounding in my ears The time that passes by in years Simplistic reasons thrown in gears As harsh experience kills fears In soft-serve
Her dazzling satin attire Out in the catwalk – for all to admire That was the birth of Desire The great Savage Fire Designer had
Two poetry pieces :
Authors note: This is free-flow-write. It’s part-poetry, part-rhyme. But it’s with deep meaning of being sort of a “bystander” – the hidden realm of behind.
Original Short Story (Related to “Parallels”) Rating PG Subtly playing, melody sounds through the dusty corridor. It’s sunny, right after the rain. The air smells