It's What Isn't Said that Says the Most
My Profile Page It crossed my mind that probably most of you aren’t on Medium so I figured I would share some screenshots of what my profile looks like and some of what’s going on in here. Sharing is caring, right? 🙂 medium.com/@Trinity_Ellis I’m about to start my fifth series specifically for the Grand Opening…
A poem about a lover who wants to sneak into her beloved’s dreams to see what’s in there and play games with him.
A long-lasting attraction remains between the writer and their partner, as described in “Curiosity Killed the Cat”. The article paints a picture of intimacy and unpredictability in their relationship, with the writer wearing their partner’s shirts and maintaining an air of mystery about what lies beneath.
The writer reflects on feeling insecure about her appearance but is surprised by her partner’s unwavering admiration. Despite her self-perceived flaws, she realizes that he sees her differently and appreciates her just as she is. This realization brings her a sense of comfort and gratitude for their relationship.
A cheeky article on cunning tongue tricks – “And Pretty Mouthy” is the talk of the town. Learn about Tori and lingus with a dash of humor. Get ready to be entertained and educated about the art of oral prowess. Clever, informative, and oh-so-spicy!
The Hidden Chapter
It’s Spring break 2022. I am with my high school Senior checking out some merch in the Hot Topic. She walks along the wall, touching clothing items, earrings, belts, pins. Her fingers linger on the anime… She says she hasn’t been into anime for a long time now. My ears perk. Really? She says yes, definitely. Hmmm. Does that…
True Story (RATED M) In 2008, I laid eyes on the most beautiful man I had ever seen. Lt Col Jack Miller was my commanding officer. He was Asian (I’ve always been of the “Asian persuasion”), and he had these luscious pouty lips and this deep, seductive voice. Tall. A bit chubby. Dark hair. He had just…
I’ve debated on whether to message you or just to write it and not send it. I really wish you hadn’t just bolted. You didn’t even leave me a note. I was so worried when you didn’t come home. I didn’t even realize you had stopped sharing your location until after 10 that night. The…
For all five of my followers out there in the vast universe, I just wanted to let you know that I’m not gone. I haven’t forgotten about you. I realize that reading whatever new thing I’ve written along with your morning cup of coffee is the only thing that really gets your day going. I…
Lucky charm…Catch me if you can!! It’s a bit chilly out today. He pulls his jacket a bit tighter as he makes his way over to the pub for a pint or two. It’s been a really hard day. A hard week. And even harder month. He’s found himself in a bind and may be in…
It is 6:34 PM Friday night. End of a long week. Teaching. Writing. Two not-so-young lovers greet each other at the car door as soon as his little black sports car coasts down the steep drive. She has anxiously been waiting for him to get home all day. She is wearing a pair of denim…
I knelt, as if in prayer, head in hands, clinging onto a faint glimmer, a shimmer, in the retreating light ahead. I had been left along the wayside some time ago. It was unclear for how long. Time had stopped, it seemed. I was frozen and had lost my way. The directions somehow misread. Engulfed…
How long? She asks. How long will she wait? For the words The look The sigh… How long? She asks. How long will it take? For return of the beat The wisp The butterflies… How long? She asks. How much longer will it be? Before the light A signal A sign… How long? She asks.…
it’s in the nighttime your touch means the most. your smile in the darkness that I can’t always see but I know is there… waking in the twilight to hear your breathing and reaching over to touch your warm skin, run my fingers through your hair… placing a tiny kiss on your forehead, a kiss…