Love
-
she’s something more than just a woman, there’s magic in her heart madness so fine so shameless, devine that conquers all, her love is blameless pouring like the rain on a stormy night she’s more than just a lover, stronger than they dare imagine, eyes shining with desire, glowing with secrets and lust she’s more… Read more
-
it’s pissing down outside streets drowning, alcohol staining my dirty insides if only the sky could become a sea and swallow me up if only the layers of time could tear open allowing me to go back to a place i once belonged rain, always rain filling up my tired, heavy heart like an ocean Read more
-
don’t let the days bring you down don’t let the hate in your heart drag you beneath the surface where the waves ride high above your head, when there’s so much sadness pumping through your veins with things going wrong at every opportunity it makes it all seem so impossible, words that never come… Read more
-
She’s curled up on the sofa in her pajamas. Or maybe she’s in the garden, sprawled on a blanket looking up at the sky. Light years and sunshine; comets and the taste of summer. Flies buzzing around her head, the hangover from the night before slowly sweats out of her. Sunday, the day when life and… Read more
-
intimacy born in drunken wonder bathed in flashing lights her mouth your mouth dissolving with passion the sounds of sounds as we dance bodies, stars birth the lust of touch the hush of desire those endless moments when the atoms in her heart burst leaving her in a state of sheer fucking bliss Read more
-
The sun sets solemnly, visibly indifferent through the trees upon the hill. Light is fractured by an abundance of leaves that sway in the breeze. It’s warm outside, and the day is old. Hours pass, comforting, mocking. Dust settles upon tired skin. Yawning, collapsing and daydreaming whilst everyone moves on regardless. Colours fading, thoughts succumbing.… Read more
-
the way she rests her belly next to mine sighing, hushing always dead elephants and the fabric of time coming apart like my weary mind war inwards and outwards don’t stop trying never give up despite everyone that tells you to stop the exile is worth it solitude, isolation savour every second be the king… Read more
-
disappearing moments swirling like cigarette smoke above saddened heads the past clings leaving a scent that always reminds you of what used to be sometimes it makes you smile sometimes it makes you wish with all you had that you could get back somehow get back to the sunshine that always shone so brightly and… Read more
-
in her bedroom with the curtains drawn there was never any war just love peace, sleep moments in time known only to us bedsheets, warm darkness, night moonlight sunlight showering us as we fucked like nothing else mattered and it never did just two hearts desire, sighs eyes gazing, seducing open mouthed and begging for… Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 