http://slow.writerscafe.org/brigid The original writings of author brigid en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776003391 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 the mark….25.3.2013you said youwould putyour markof ownership     on  me. i wincedat theownership    bit.you said,give me your neck.i gave it freelynot realising,my vampire,your markof ownershipwould be      on my virgin neckfor all .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brigid/1226996/ my bed is empty.lies gone out into the night,emptied out,of emotions and men.crisp clean sheets,plumped up pillows,an air of expectation?my bed lies empty. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brigid/1226992/ did you know your smile…13.3.2013 he saidto me,“did you knowyour smile is as wide as Texas?”i laughedat him.i didn’t knowmy smile could be that big.he said“we canjust laugh at each other,….type to me please.”he said“stop playingwith your hairit&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brigid/1144225/ the possibilityofthinking about he and iis endless.hewith his purple tie dyed socks,mewith myblack peasant top.hein hiskitted out caravan,mein myartists attic retreat.heon hisshamanic drumming journey,mewith myforensic healing studies.hein his lawnmowed labyrinth,mein mysoft lambent l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brigid/1092650/ I have come to the borders of sleep with no passport to enter,and no visa to stay. it has become unfamiliar territory.a strange landthat sees me as a stranger,with no welcoming party to gre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brigid/1032486/ my mind is racing......25.5.2012  my mind is racingwith empty thoughts. sleep eludes me,yet waking is fraught. my body wrapsits skin and bonesaround my distant loverand wracks its emotions,twisted and tormented,around itself. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brigid/979621/ man-boy………ss…..4.3.2012 　man-boy,lying on his bed.curled up embryonically,head on my thighs. boy-manhow beautiful you look,your sleek back curving deliciously down.skin taught.brown dots.&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brigid/971815/ how many people are you?…wg…17.1.2012 　one.well I think it’s one,altho I hear a voicesaying ‘what about me?’and it’s a bit too familiar.then there’s the gang of four,and the three musketeers,the sacred eleven,not to mentio.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brigid/971809/ this was the latest subject at writers group... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brigid/971325/ I am studying your back…ss…19.2.2012 　I am studyingyour backso I can knowyour frontmore.what you hidebehind those eyesand liesto yourselfas you are lying nowstretched and relaxed.you twitch and jerkunknowinglywith pain and fearthat’s .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brigid/970829/ if i could slide down….ss….22.4.2012 　if i could slide downthe worn, warm flannelette stripeof your dressing gownand live to tell the tale,i would. if i could gloss overthe smooth round curveof your buttocksand melt into your freckles,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brigid/970827/ i have found myself…..6.5.2012  　i have found myselfbeing lostin your bodyparts. smarts,the sometimes rejectionfrom those cellsin the trashed partsof your brain,dysfunction. i have found myselfnot believing the words,only your b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brigid/970826/ the invisible man….6.5.2012  　the invisible man                           soldiers on,not knowing the war .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brigid/970822/ i miss you tonight,your touch and feel,your brown backmoving into mine                         with ease            &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brigid/970803/ another subject given at my local writers group http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brigid/958964/ let me be your geisha......  14.5 2010 let me be your geisha. come and talk with me. let us sip the best                        .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brigid/958954/ how to mend a broken heart      22.3.2011　well there’s a jobfor superglue,or needing more,then sutures fine.or if its worse, then transplant teamsmay need to be calledin the early hours,before daylight comes,in the lonely hours,the su.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brigid/957893/ I WONDER …….7.4.2011  I wonderif the side of my fingerdown your glistening backmakes any soundthat can be feltby you?or me? I wonderif the brush of my hairacross your shining facemakes any soundthat can be feltby you?or me? I wonderi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brigid/957863/ this was a subject given at my local writers group. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brigid/957196/ he is a writer....8.4.2012 he is a writerfrom the writers cafe.he spoke gentle,yet seductive words,and opened the doorfor luscious imaginings.his mind was alivewith questions,unbridled in their content.i replied in innocence,yet oddly drawninto the enticing dialogue,knowing it might leadto dark.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brigid/957053/ our bodies don't lie...thankfully this is not my body now...altho parts of it have been. lol http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brigid/956970/ this was a subject given by my local writers group http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brigid/956956/