Host page for #vssromance. Dazzle us with your best romantic short story, love poem, or other love-inspired words. All sub genres welcome. Host @DaveAGardener💖
My love, let’s build it together. 💝 I love the way your mind works, so delectably thoughtful of others and also practical in your approach. Let’s sit down and draw up the blueprints and make history.
Your #vssromance prompt for this week is #build.
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Her lips, dripping cherries
Her essence, fire
Swaying her hips
Building his desire
Primal urges so vividly seen
Erotic dance in a moonlit sheen
Inside his darkness
Her wildness steeps
A feral kitten
Whose tiger sleeps
Drenched in his words
Baited by his mind
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#vss365#boss#poetry
My cowgirl has no rein, bit, or bridle
No boss to answer to
But the One who saved her soul
The One who calls her Whole
She rides over desert plains
Through valleys deep, up mountains high
Her strength holds the earth
But her heart is the sky
#vssromance#build#poem
(日本語版は下に)
Mid-Journey——
in Lisbon, I asked her the way
through streets too narrow
for the evening to leave.
She walked beside me,
her footsteps finding
what my map had forgotten.
At every turning,
she stopped to tell me something——
a blue tile, a broken balcony,
a house where an old woman
still watered flowers at dusk.
The tram bells rang below us.
Our shadows climbed the walls,
sometimes touching
before we did.
"This city," she said,
"may have been built
by people who loved getting lost."
When we reached my destination,
the streetlights had come on.
She smiled, pointed downhill,
and asked if I could find my way back.
I said I thought so.
But long after she disappeared
around the last corner,
I stood beneath a yellow window,
wondering how two strangers
could build a road in one evening——
and leave one of them
wishing it had no end.
旅の途上のリスボンで、旅人は一人の女性に道を尋ねました。夕暮れさえ抜け出せないほど狭い通りでした。
彼女は旅人の隣を歩き、地図が忘れてしまった道を、その足音で見つけていきました。
曲がり角に差しかかるたびに、彼女は足を止めて何かを話してくれました。青いタイルのこと、壊れたバルコニーのこと、夕暮れになると今でも老女が花に水をやる家のこと。
坂の下から路面電車のベルが聞こえてきました。二人の影は壁を登っていき、ときには本人たちよりも先に触れ合いました。
「この街は、道に迷うことが好きだった人たちによって築かれたのかもしれないわね」と彼女は言いました。
目的地に着くころには、街灯がともっていました。彼女は微笑み、坂の下を指さして、帰り道は分かるかと尋ねました。
旅人は、たぶん分かると答えました。
けれども彼女が最後の曲がり角に消えてからも、旅人は黄色く光る窓の下に立ち尽くしていました。
見知らぬ二人が、たった一晩で一本の道を築くことができるのでしょうか。そして、そのうちの一人が、その道に終わりがなければよかったと願うようになることも。
Floyd and Darlene started to #build their relationship on the day they met and continued to do so until the day Floyd passed away.
It was a partnership which brought a tremendous return on investment.
#vssromance
Where she cannot hide the marks
No, she will flaunt them
Because they're hers
And she has suffered for them
Earning every last one
- Viv
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#VssRomance@vssromance#hold
He drops in...
From the dismal distance
He built between the
And he slowly dismantles her
Working at her marble resolve
Layer by layer; bit by bit
Like a sculptor with a chisel
Refining her resistance
Back down to the zero point
Where she cannot hold on any longer
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Thank you, Dave! 🌅🧡 I love how you imagined that almost-touch, especially the moment her hand turns toward the horizon. Perhaps that's the quiet paradox of love: sometimes, when two hands fail to meet, they find something larger to hold together. The sunset disappears, yet what they shared remains. ⛴️✨