http://slow.writerscafe.org/Casanova The original writings of author Casanova en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776033818 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 She rubbed against me as soon as I locked the cabin door  with her long red fingernails, she  held my hands behind my back,   her kiss was like fire to my brain, as she held me tight...before I knew it       .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Casanova/585994/ I often feel like Ichabod Craneborn in the wrong countrylooking for some other way,to solve the mysteries of lifelistening in quiteness and contemplationtho others roll their eyesand wonder about my weird introvertedstate of mind,living among a sea of extrovertsI like Ichabod, want.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Casanova/579775/ When you are old and full of sleeppeople think you're an old farttake down your book of poemsread to them from your heart And if family and friends roll their eyeswondering if you're nuts today,ignore them, but of each write a poemso after your death you'll have your say .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Casanova/373913/ I took a walk through a fieldon a misty irish nightin thick bush, past the old pondI saw an enchanting sight  A flock of Nymphs were playingfree of concern for earthly care,they had seen me before,but now they did sweetly  stare  They saw the gray in .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Casanova/290852/   A rope around my neckstrong ropes and chains held me,hatred without common sense tooall for their "pure society"  My accusers are so younghatred is bound in their soul,they claim to be innocentswells without water, I know  Some ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Casanova/283041/ a dead girl gets a chance to speak to all of us http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Casanova/283034/    Ambrosia for my soulgrain fields waving to me,mountains in the blue distancetwinkling of hidden brooks I see Calmness of golden kissed lakesrepining voice of a forest's soul,sighing of the night windsurf complaining to the shore Fresh breath of s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Casanova/281620/   True Love is a dangerous thing.  It can thaw the coldest heart, spark a revolution that can destroy a tyrant  Whisper hope to tired souls in dark corners of neglect and   shame.  Red roses quiver, the passion et.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Casanova/280865/   I'm writing a symphony of words   dark ink playing on a canvass of white. Each note, each word is    from  my heart and soul. Each thought and desire,  I long to make whole, the different layers of me&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Casanova/280863/  In my bedA deep sleeptaking a roseI rise upThrough the ceilingPast the roofOver my yardDown the streetTo the placeWhere Love dwellsTo her windowBy her sideI Kiss herShe rises upWe dance togetherIn pale moonlightShe moans sweetlyA nice dreamThen she awakes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Casanova/280656/  I heard the sound of the ocean from far away...when I got closer,  the salt water sailed past me and I could hear the waves                       &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Casanova/280164/ an actual desert in the Middle East http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Casanova/278479/ Romance http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Casanova/206440/ a Love poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Casanova/206421/ read it and see http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Casanova/206393/ a Love story stronger than Death http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Casanova/206350/ a poem about my boyhood home and the memories we leave behind http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Casanova/206299/ Fantasy http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Casanova/204902/