Awaiting her monsoon…

She sat by the window, with a glass of whiskey in hand and a mind blank, watching the rain pour, through the window of her study. The violent downpour, with just enough thunder to lightly rattle the window-sills, kept her from drowning herself in books. As she watched the rain drops dribble along the window…

First Kiss

The high you feel in love has no equivalence to any substance. Those feelings between that of an affable affection and intense, fiery passion possess a warmth that softens the coldest of hearts. Who is she to stand a chance against such adorations? She was mesmerized by his brown eyes. Her breath caught every time…

Morning eyes

Sweet voice of a songbird A crow’s caw cutting through The crunching of beans in the coffee machine Moist and cold and warm at the same time Under the sheets, sprawled over your chest Never woken to a better morning ever A sigh, a caress, a kiss Your awareness and my sleepy yawns Untangling limbs…

Fairies and Pixie dusts in Modern day

I’m twenty-five years old and I believe in fairy tales. I am of course talking about the ones in which the valiant Prince comes to save the tormented Princess and they live happily ever after. Maybe I should clarify myself before I continue. I am a woman with a career, who has had a heart…