http://slow.writerscafe.org/mother2rah The original writings of author Siobhan en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776217409 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Even when we live with one another every day, we can forget to share the passion buried deep inside. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mother2rah/330973/ Newly widowed, Samantha relives a passionate memory of her husband... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mother2rah/330676/ Romance, Suspense, Passion http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mother2rah/330675/ un-rhymed sonnet speaking of the need for passion http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mother2rah/330673/ When we begin to wonder who we are and what we're doing here... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mother2rah/326099/ ...when you forget to reach for the moon, nothing seems possible... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mother2rah/319659/ How did I get to another birthday without seeing time fly by me? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mother2rah/319656/  The One They Watch I am no longer the one they gaze at, walking into walls for a glimpse of hipand tight tee. My curves are rounder, fullerthan thin, lithe girls not yet woman enoughto teach them manners and mischief alike.At peace with the body of goddess,rather than ny.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mother2rah/270827/ Stepping into the Bath When stormy brews in the blue of his eyesI hear thunder roll through my body and knowrain and lightning approach to bathe me;ecstasy in my forecast as the clouds build highalong the western edges of my awareness. My body dampens with the droplets, d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mother2rah/270633/ Hidden in Your Cave You are cloaked in brooding quiet, alonewith pain over-shadowing every move.Flipping between channels, your smile breaks freea brief second–before being swallowed;if I'm not quick enough, you disappear.Whether hidden in your cave by designor as a refuge.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mother2rah/270621/  Severe Weather AlertElectricity fills the air, unitesopposite sides of the room. Expanding,it wraps around everyone, circles usand pulls tight. Bodies press close together,flesh prickles with contact, sweat beads beneathclothing slide between breasts, trickle slowlyreaching dow.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mother2rah/270329/ Written from the new perspective of who I am since surgery. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mother2rah/264657/ Ghost SpeakAnd if I could speak to you, help you knowwhen it was I last stepped across the frameentered into that space you occupy,would you know that it was me? Recognizeme without flesh, without words, as silencedrifting along the lines and creases, love? I soak in your tears .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mother2rah/264653/  Breathe in the Night The shadowed line between love and lust blursin the silk of evening’s sunset. Each kissa blend of both, forget-me-not momentswe remember in our dreams and long forwhen on waking we re-enter daylight. Reality wraps herself around usrelega.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mother2rah/264239/