What Shall We Do, Dear?


https://lightmotifs.wordpress.com/2019/03/19/three-things-challenge-pl34/ Today’s prompt: guitar, forest, caviar

Doubt I’d care for caviar

Perhaps pizza, I’ve cash to spare

Forest get-away sounds too far…

Let’s do stay-cation, shall we dare?

You can play “come-hitherguitar

We’ll turn off phone, enjoy lovers’ lair.

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Rumple Me…


Rumple me

Quiet way you do

Till my hair’s mussed

And face flushed

Sighing so contentedly

Oh, rumple me

You like to, I know

Kindle now, love’s tingling glow

We’ll never be too old…be bold

Rumple me gently, like before

Rumple me, just a little bit more

Before we go to the grocery store…

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Sweet Tooth Book Lover (3LineTales)

Three Line Tales, Week 163

photo by Artem Bali via Unsplash


The husband’s not big on shopping, detests the mall, so I was surprised that he seemed raring to go.

I asked what “we” were so interested in…he just smiled enigmatically…which, after decades together, I still find irresistible.

A new shop had opened, the come-on was: “10 Books for a Buck”…and half-price, leftover Valentine candy

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Bargain Love Stories (3LT)


Three Line Tales, Week 162

photo by Clem Onojeghuo via Unsplash


Delia could never pass by a table of books for sale without stopping—there were always treasures, many were bargains.

She remembered when she and a man had both reached for a worn copy of Wuthering Heights at the same time…neither of them letting go, smiling in brief mute tussle before he shrugged, and surrendered it chivalrously.

“It’s okay,” she’d said, offering it back to him, “it’s sad, depressing even”—to which he’d replied, “most great love stories are…but if you’ll let me buy you a coffee maybe we can write a hopeful one.”

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Ageless Romance

Twittering Tales #125 – 26 February 2019

Photo by Jay Mantri @ Pixabay.com


Sweet piercing passion

Escape from ennui

Tossed pillows, wrinkled sheets waft

Raw perfume, afternoon romance

Did I say I love you?

Yes…you relish the moment your

Name becomes dawn-out keening

On my lips

We aged together

Not realizing we’re “old”…like

Teenagers soon craving “next time”.

©Ennle Madresan, 2019 ~ All rights reserved.

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