Good Teacher

You were a good teacher.

You taught my skin to delight in your caress.

My fingers learned to search for yours.

I learned to listen for your whispers.

My sighs learned your name.  

My desire learned to match your heat.

My pulse learned to quicken with your embrace.

You taught me to thirst for your touch.

I learned the loneliness of empty nights.

You taught my tears to fall in your absence.

You taught me how to say goodbye.

I learned of a broken heart.

© 2018 Penny Wilson

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Dusk at the Lake

Dusk at the lake.

I pick cattails and

think of summers

Spent with you.

Lazy days and

Memorable nights.

Sunsets of youth

And angst of desires

Yet undefined.

© 2018 Penny Wilson

**This is for Sue Vincent’s #writephoto prompt Dusk.  You can find out all about her Thursday prompts HERE.

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Ordinary Day

I smelled rain today and thought of you.

It whisked me back to a time of innocence

And forever-long summers.

You towered over me;

My hand tiny in your grasp.

Your voice, boomed.

All I heard was love.

Big as a mountain

With eyes of sky blue.

You smelled of Old Spice and leather.

An ordinary day with you,

Was an extraordinary day

For me.


Were Loved.

(C) 2018 Penny Wilson






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Light My World

I feel your gentle touch on the morning breeze.

The sunrise brings your warmth.

The trees deliver the echos of your heart;

The sky, the color of your eyes.

I hear your laughter in the raindrops.

The stars wink at me

Like the smile that touches your mouth.

The moon lights my path

As you light my world.

(C) 2018 Penny Wilson



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That’s what you said.

You said I was broken.

How do you suppose that happened?

Lie to me again.

© 2018 Penny Wilson

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Demons Caged

**We all have our demons; our struggles.  

The Demon screams and rattles the bars that confine him.  The blackness and despair he’s cast over me in the past are gone for now.  I check and double-check the locks.  All is secure.

I’ve been in the grip of his vile, black storm.  He’s held my soul clutched tightly, while I clawed and fought my way back to the light.  I shudder, thinking about ever having to spend time in that hellish prison again.

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Between Us – #writephoto

Between us

A hunger

A wish…

Between us


Slipped away.

Between us



Between us

Love fractured.

Copyright (C) 2018 Penny Wilson

** This is for a prompt on Sue Vincent’s blog that you can find HERE.  Have a look and join in on the fun with Sue’s beautiful photos and prompts.

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