Tag Archives: 2017

927 [03 October 2017]

whether you and I remain just as friends or pass into something more perhaps something less I wake each day now and life no longer seems the insurmountable mountain it can be © Johanna Kaye Fugitt 2017

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926 Ocean [03 October 2017]

Billowing sails rumble inside me, filling with the winds of hope I thought long lost to changing tide of despair. Creation laps at my bow as my vessel moves across the vastness of my mind. The darkness begins to flow … Continue reading

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919 [09 September 2017]

His voice whispers to me of the things he wants and my body rises to meet his demand. © Johanna Kaye Fugitt 2017

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917 Secret [06 September 2017]

Late nights and interesting conversations are what you bring to me. Quiet, in my heart, does the secret hide hoping to not be found out. That it has already considered that home might be sought in you. © Johanna Kaye … Continue reading

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916 [06 September 2017]

What is love? A fallow, fleeting thing that never settles in the heart of those who might wish for it most. © Johanna Kaye Fugitt 2017

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915 Not as Described [06 September 2017]

Love was not what it was once promised. When I came of age, love was the end all, be all, the goal, the dream, the wish. When I matured, it was a benefit or even a side effect triggered by … Continue reading

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914 [06 September 2017]

I gave up on love long ago. When the idea was fresh, innocent sweet and sugary pop, I wallowed in its promise of clear skies and sunshiny days. As time passed and it mellowed in to a sweet honey savored … Continue reading

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912 [05 September 2017]

He is like a secret treat, savored in quiet, his words uplift and enrich a day that sometimes seem too long. If only at the end, it was he who I returned home to. © Johanna Kaye Fugitt 2017

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911 [03 September 2017]

The fantasy is broken, where you and I ever possibly, may be, might be, could be. My insecurities rise like the gates of a castle, deep like the moat around it. You were never supposed to be. Intentions never meant … Continue reading

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910 [30 August 2017]

To hear your ragged breath close to my ear as you press into me. To feel your palm rough against my breast as my nipples tighten. To open my eyes with you inside me, bringing me awake with a cry … Continue reading

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