That Thing You Do

You do that entirely too well. Only in my dreams can I think like you. Behave like you. Perhaps, however, it is a good thing that I don’t. Otherwise, no one would ever know what love is.  More

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Beyond Lust

I looked you in your eyes and you seemed sincere. What I was in search of was there, but not for me alone. I purposely loved you, but now I must purposely leave. More

Bet on the Heart

She decided that she would wait a few days before picking up the phone again. He had already told her things that most would expect a woman to want to hear from a man. Did he really meant what he had said or was he just after “that thing”? For the third day in a row, her phone rang. She had won his words, but what about his everything else?

 

© 2017, LeTara Moore, All Rights Reserved

Parlay

Say It!

The temptation to call is too great

for me to not act on it now.

You impress with loyalty,

sweet nothings every day

knowing I am yours

Though I’m speechless

You know me.

I see.

You.

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© LeTara Moore, 2017, All Rights Reserved

Lovingly

Two Jobs

Opening her tired, heavy eyes, she took in the view of the ceiling. He told her that he loved her without any prompting. Did he really mean it? Maybe. All she knew was that her brain was in overdrive trying to figure out a more ideal scenario and her heart was unwilling to to be vulnerable to foolishness once more.

He asked to join her at her favorite hangout spot. The place was her home away from home. She knew his name, his passwords, date of birth and other vital information, all of it given freely. Perhaps extending an invitation wasn’t the worst thing she could do. She’d opened up more sensitive places already.

She glanced at the time. How much of it did she have to waste? She almost wished he would lie to her because as much as she desired the truth, it would be so much easier to drop him if he were a liar. Life was so much simpler when all she had to worry about was being tired from working all of the time. Now, her psyche was being put to work.

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© LeTara Moore, 2017

Overworked

Story Time

Tell me your story
Start from the beginning
Of when you felt like you were losing
But in reality you were winning More

Appropriate Expletives

She could feel her soul lifting from her body. Every one of her senses was on guard awaiting the next assault. He told her he’d leave her something to talk about; her mind would be blown. She’d be questioning her experience for times to come. He had penetrated and eviscerated her mental capacity, as promised.

 

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© LeTara Moore, 2016

 

Promises

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