http://slow.writerscafe.org/pirateandamor The original writings of author Amor-de-angel & Captain Blackheart en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776034805 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A text conversation http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pirateandamor/249618/ The beginning as we see it.. Inspired by Robert Luna's The End First Amor in red,Captain in blue http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pirateandamor/244837/ I am the hero of the cafeTo your aid I will come runningAnyone who cuts you downWill send me out there gunning I wear upon my jumperThe logo of truth and writeA tree, its emblem meaning goodFor all the world we’ll light I am the one true heroFor all to depend up.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pirateandamor/241790/ Her in red,him in black http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pirateandamor/239206/ Amor in Red and Blackheat in Blue http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pirateandamor/237382/ Amor is in Red and Blackheart is in Blue http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pirateandamor/237379/ In the softness of that bed, that feather bed of loveHe laid me down upon the red, those petals of glorious redHis eyes so dark and full of need, his need, of me in bedTo be his prize of virgin skin, the heights to take me toHeights of passion, petals red, this body of mine for you .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pirateandamor/236795/   The wind whistled through the houseAs the dried leaves danced across the floorThe cobwebs hung like streamers and waved in the breezeAnd the clock in the corner stood silent, frozen in time At the silent chime of one, the hour is upon themAs the swirling mist clear.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pirateandamor/230506/ Stuart brushed down his suit before taking a seat on the only couch in the foyer; he sat as far away from her as he could without seeming to be rude. He placed his briefcase on the floor beside his feet and looked around, the room was large and spacious and the door man stood smartly by the elevator.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pirateandamor/230102/ On the first day of Christmas, my true love sent to me a sheep with a rocket launcher On the second day of Christmas, my true love sent to me two watermelons And sheep with a rocket launcher On the third day of Christmas, my true love sent to me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pirateandamor/230051/