http://slow.writerscafe.org/KelliC The original writings of author Keli C en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776201070 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 He said I was nothing more than a pretty stringwrapped around his fingerSo I showed him one of mineand asked him if he could wrap his head around that?   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KelliC/1832839/ I can’t sleep, tossing andturning, uncomfortable as hell. It is almost midnight and I know he is at that clubagain with his friends. He tries to hide it from me, says he’s too busy forbars. But I know, I always know. I hate this feeling but I can’tshake it. I want to t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KelliC/1832490/ The stubble      on his chin  is rough against       my cheek   his lips     touch me with warm      coffee kisses,     waking me  .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KelliC/1832483/ When he says he loves mewhy am I always the last toknow?  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KelliC/1832482/ He wore his jeansjust like I liked them,low on the hip,tight in the right places,worn in others,with no shoes,no shirt,needed http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KelliC/1832479/