Reads: 307  | Likes: 0  | Shelves: 1  | Comments: 1

  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • Reddit
  • Pinterest
  • Invite

Status: Finished  |  Genre: Adult Romance  |  House: Booksiesilk Classic Group

Maybe it was not for us
to sit at the porch,
nursing our drinks,
watching the sunset...
Maybe it was not for us
to get a tray with coffee
marmalade and toast
in the early mornings,
maybe it was not for us
to fight over the paper,
maybe it was not for us
to celebrate anniversaries
with dinner under candlelight.
What was for us was the frenzy
of passion in its full pathos,
the total loss of ourselves,
the oblivion of climaxes,
falling into a vortex of desire
to emerge scarred by it all
and walk among rushing crowds,
carrying our unfolded secret,
that never-dying joy
at each other`s existence.

Submitted: January 16, 2020

© Copyright 2021 Lizziewolf. All rights reserved.

  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • Reddit
  • Pinterest
  • Invite

Add Your Comments:


Amy F. Turner

What decadence of passions realized and desired even if for the moment. The frenzy to feel that alive is a burning memory that warms on the coldest nights.

Sat, January 18th, 2020 12:40am


Oh yes! And just for that, it was worth living them to the full! Thank you, Amy, for reading and leaving a review! Love, Lizzie,

Sat, January 18th, 2020 7:29am

Other Content by Lizziewolf

Miscellaneous / Adult Romance

Short Story / General Erotica

Book / General Erotica