Heart’s Desire




I justify
what my heart
desires

The anticipation
an aphrodisiac

Your scent
intoxicating

Drunk with yearning
You tempt me

again
and again

Not forbidden

but remorse
pangs me

As your sweetness
passes my
lips

Angel and demon

Chocolate

You have taken
me

yet again

(C) 2019 Penny Wilson

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Intimate Endeavours – In the Dark 3


If you are unfamiliar with Michael’s work, you are in for a treat! This often naughty, irreverent, and funny man is also extremely talented!

Afterwards

Another month of M’s writing prompts lies ahead.  I did them all in December but was less successful in January.  Let’s see how we do in February shall we.  These pieces tend to be excerpts and flashes of something that could be.  The exploration of an idea…

You can see the prompts here.


He pens soft verse and longs for hours

and buys her gifts then sends her flowers

and writes of walks in April showers

His love and longing born

His hearts desire is not reflected

in her look, he stands rejected

her response not as expected

And so he stands forlorn

Perhaps, he thinks, this is the game

I’ve been too sweet, he does proclaim

and confident, her heart to tame

Craves rose but feels the thorn

But every time he is refused

his heart in tatters ego bruised

lost and angry frail and used

And hate spring…

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Sometimes the Night Calls


I can tell by the way the wind is blowing that something is on the way.

I’m drawn to the window.  Pulling aside the curtain, the room is bathed in soft moonlight.  I open the window to the cool summer night.  The wind takes my breath as it caresses my face.  There is a scent of something unknown in the air.

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Guest in Jest #25 Penny Wilson Writes


Linda over at “Everyone Else Has the Best Titles” has reblogged one of my favorite posts. (be sure to show some love and go visit Linda’s blog!) I had a lot of fun with this and hope it brings a smile to your face. Thank you Linda!  You rock!  🙂

Everyone Else Has the Best Titles

Penny is a great writer all around and was recently published!  Her blog is a lot of fun and I hope you’ll visit it at Penny Wilson Writes

Below you will find one of my favorite humorous pieces she’s done.

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Tempt Me

You make my pulse race.

Your scent is a delight.

To have you just this once,

Is it a temptation I must fight?

I long for those feelings again,

When you satisfied my only need.

This voice in my head; a warning.

Must I really heed?

The lies will not block out the truth

Can I justify this one cheat?

I could have turned away

We would never have to meet.

No one would ever know,

It would be just between us.

Thank God there’s just one cupcake left

Or my pants would surely bust!

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Favorite Sins


There is a Kenny Chesney song called “You and Tequila”.  There is One Line in that song that gets me every time I hear it.  It goes “It’s always your favorite sins that do you in”.  Wow…

My favorite sins.

Being a Responsible Adult is still a challenge at times.  I still struggle.

I have very few vices left.  I quit smoking.  I drink only on rare occasions.  I don’t scour the bars looking for men.  The drugs I did in my youth are just a distant memory.

The “hardest” thing I partake of now is a strong cup of coffee.  The doctors have tried to take that away from me too.  I’ve cut down, but it’s not completely gone.

Pleasures of the Flesh are still a favorite sin, not easily dismissed.

Another song comes to mind by Tim Mcgraw.  The song is called “Better Than I Used to Be”.  The line goes “I still got a few more dances with the devil”.

Boy howdy….

In general, I’m pretty happy with how Penny turned out.  But oh, those Favorite Sins.

Gently


sad

I’m here, right here.  Don’t you see?

If I reach out, I’m too clingy.

To dare say “I need”; too easy.

Your eyes, your touch, tell me yes.

Why can’t you speak?

That fragility is in all of us.

I want to be safe too.

Reach out your hand.

Ever so gently, I’ll hold it close.