Oh, goody! Tuesday Teasers! All about love. Read it, please, comment and visit everyone else's. Remember any photo of our choice and a 200 word maximum.
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The sun split the morning darkness over the Bayou and peeked into our bedroom, awakening me. I left our bed and opened the French doors, the fragrance of the morning air embraced me in your absence. I took my coffee on the veranda, I looked about the spring of life, abundant around me and I felt the stir. The honeysuckles, azaleas, wisteria and, of course, roses were in full bloom.
The bouquet created a heady aroma that tempts ladybugs and hummingbirds into a delicate dance for a petaled kiss. I miss you so, my darling, but feel your presence all around me, within me.
The hot morning and sultry humidity left a glisten of moisture on my skin, like a soft kiss, your kiss. I heard the bayou lap gently against the jetty, awakening all to her embrace with a rhythm not unlike your touch, as you would stroke me, easing my body into the day with your love.
Live ~ Laugh ~ Love
You will find the participating authors listed like heartbeats, below or the via the links scattered like dew throughout.
Enjoy ~ ☼ღஜ ﾚo√乇 ¸.☆¨¯`*.✿.*˜"*°
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The bouquet created a heady aroma that tempts ladybugs and hummingbirds into a delicate dance for a petaled kiss. I miss you so, my darling, but feel your presence all around me, within me.
The hot morning and sultry humidity left a glisten of moisture on my skin, like a soft kiss, your kiss. I heard the bayou lap gently against the jetty, awakening all to her embrace with a rhythm not unlike your touch, as you would stroke me, easing my body into the day with your love.
Each too short day was filled with passion before you left, but not before you gave me the greatest gift. This gift of life so dear, so treasured. It is life, to be loved.
Some things, once loved become ours, once loved become us.
Some things, once loved become ours, once loved become us.
© Muffy Wilson
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