Wordless Wednesday. Hearts in flowers.

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Wordless Wednesday 16/9/20

Thursday photo prompt: Forgotten #writephoto

“Please

Don’t leave

Me standing.

Without you my

World would crumble.

It’s you makes me whole

Giving me life and soul.

If you leave me I will fall.

Together we are strong, united.

If you leave me I will be nought at all.”

So spoke the flowers to the old brick wall.

Who smiled and replied “without you I

Am nothing,without you I’d fall.

We need eachother to thrive”

So the fragile flowers

Through mutual care

Lived happily

With the old

Tired

Wall.

This is part of Sue Vincent’s #writephoto.

Of Knobs,Locks and Keys

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Northography have a new visual stimulus posted for your writing pleasure. Taken from http://senzingzen.com/  page. I wanted to take up the challenge.

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How many doors, how many floors must we flee down

Must we race down, pace down arms up and face down.

What lies behind the doors, the doorknobs many

strange knobs hob knobs, key holes of which views are there any?

 

How dark these walls so blue, the floor so black it reaches down to hell

The light at the end of the hall so red, red enough to hide the dead as well.

Is the floor a carpet or linoleum I do not know do you

As I run and rush my way along I cannot tell I don’t even care, it’s true,it’s true.

 

So enter here this last door with me and let your lust be free

In my hands I caress your key I love it’s cold feel, it awakens things in me.

So take back your long and lusty key and thrust it deep inside my lock , feel free.

I shall grab and turn your knob  I love the reaction it brings, it makes you sob.

So as we dance the dance of lock and key and hob of knob twist harder your key inside my lock so it  may throb.

 

Excitement gathers  us both up and busts forth all ousing out glorious and messy.

The lock the key, the knob all turning  busting growing flowing pressy!

OOOOOOOOOOOOH!

How many doors, how many floors must we flee down

Must we race down, pace down arms up and face down.

What lies behind the doors, the doorknobs many

strange knobs, hob knobs, key holes of which views are there any?