Friday, December 02, 2022

#AtFirstKiss πŸ’‹ Vol. 87


#AtFirstKiss πŸ’‹ Vol. 87


He kissed me

as though he wanted

to consume me...


...and I was

perfectly willing

to be consumed.


© Osquer Campbell 2022 🌞❤️🌻


#kiss #microfiction #FlashFiction
 

My Piece Of Sky


 

Thursday, December 01, 2022

microfiction


"I'm afraid that you're too good to be true."


"I am far from perfect. If you can't see my flaws you've got some seriously rose coloured beer goggles on."


#microfiction #FlashFiction

#AtFirstKiss πŸ’‹ Vol. 86


#AtFirstKiss πŸ’‹ Vol. 86


He kissed me like a man who had just been poisoned and my lips were the only antidote.


© Osquer Campbell 2022 🌞❤️🌻

Wednesday, November 30, 2022

#AtFirstKiss πŸ’‹ Vol. 85


 #AtFirstKiss πŸ’‹ Vol. 85


The sting of her slap on his cheek was nothing to the memory of his lips on hers. For that kiss he had broken his heart on the rocks of her disdain so that it now lay shattered at her feet like an offering, a sacrifice at the altar of unrequited love.


© Osquer Campbell 2022 🌞❤️🌻

Monday, November 28, 2022

#AtFirstKiss πŸ’‹ Vol. 84


#AtFirstKiss πŸ’‹ Vol. 84


Recollections with,


Winter's kiss about them still


reflect their sharpness.


© Osquer Campbell 2022 🌞❤️🌻


#kiss #haiku #poem #poetry

Sunday, November 27, 2022

#AtFirstKiss πŸ’‹ Vol. 83


#AtFirstKiss πŸ’‹ Vol. 83


"If you had only one chance to kiss someone you fancied, one shot at showing them how you felt, how would you do it?" he asked.


"I imagine," she trembled, "it would go something like this."


She slowly and tenderly pressed her soft lips to his.


"Of course," she blushed, "I would hope that would only whet your appetite not satisfy your curiosity."


© Osquer Campbell 2022 🌞❤️🌻

Saturday, November 26, 2022

#AtFirstKiss πŸ’‹ Vol. 82


#AtFirstKiss πŸ’‹ Vol. 82


"I'm sorry," he stammered. "I don't usually do that."


"What? Kiss women?" she smirked.


"Kiss women I've just met. I don't know what possessed me."


"Blame it on the moonlight," she purred.


"There is no moon."


"Oh well, then it must have been something else."


© Osquer Campbell 2022 🌞❤️🌻


Good morning, Sunbeams!

Bonjour, Rayons de Soleil!


🌞❤️🌻❤️😻😻😻❤️πŸ”πŸ”


Thursday, November 24, 2022

#AtFirstKiss πŸ’‹ Vol. 81


#AtFirstKiss πŸ’‹ Vol. 81


I was leaning against the railing watching shapes in the bow wave when he came on deck easily adjusting his gait to the swaying motion.


"I was thinking, " he said. "The moon will be full tonight. There will be music and laughter. I was thinking I might be able to get you alone to kiss you. Then again I was thinking that we're alone now and I don't really want to wait for the moon."


© Osquer Campbell 2022 🌞❤️🌻


#kiss #microfiction #FlashFiction

Wednesday, November 23, 2022

#AtFirstKiss πŸ’‹ Vol. 80


#AtFirstKiss πŸ’‹ Vol. 80


Wild mistletoe is


revealed by autumn - feral


kisses still untamed.


© Osquer Campbell 2022 🌞❤️🌻


#haiku #kiss #poem #autumn 

Tuesday, November 22, 2022

Is that...cheese?


 #cats #CatsOfTwitter #snacks 

haiku


 #haiku


Winds blow volunteer

 

violas who wonder if


seeds should have waited.


© Osquer Campbell 2022 🌞❤️🌻

Monday, November 21, 2022

from Twitter #prompt #vss365 #grasp


At first I had trouble grasping the situation. After all, it's not every day I have to deal with an entire section of highway that's been coated with spilled olive oil. I took a moment to get a grip...on a nearby guardrail and then assessed the disaster. The eighteen-wheeler lay on its side and we were up to our ankles in extra virgin...what a mess!


from Twitter

#prompt #vss365 #grasp

from Twitter #prompt #vss365 #grasp


#haiku


The forsythia


cringe from the long reaching grasp


of Old Man Winter.


© Osquer Campbell 2022 🌞❤️🌻


from Twitter #prompt #vss365 #grasp

Friday, November 18, 2022

#AtFirstKiss πŸ’‹ Vol. 79


#AtFirstKiss πŸ’‹ Vol. 79


"Sit back," I smiled. "Make a lap."


"A lap?" He looked puzzled.


"A lap...for me to sit on." I put actions to words, snuggling into him. "That's better. Isn't it?" I kissed him, just a tender pressing of the lips. "Yes. Much better."


He seemed to agree.


© Osquer Campbell 2022 🌞❤️🌻


#kiss #microfiction #flashfiction

Monday, November 14, 2022

#AtFirstKiss πŸ’‹ Vol. 78


#AtFirstKiss πŸ’‹ Vol. 78


"I've wanted to know for a long time now what it would be like to kiss you."


"And is your curiosity satisfied?"


"I think I'm going to need to do a bit more research."


© Osquer Campbell 2022 🌞❤️🌻


#kiss #microfiction #flashfiction 

Sunday, November 13, 2022

#AtFirstKiss πŸ’‹ 77


#AtFirstKiss πŸ’‹ 77


As I sang, I looked out at the audience and our eyes locked. Dear gods! He thought I was singing to him, that I'd written him a love song.


I had, of course, but I meant for him never to know.


I kissed my peace of mind goodbye.


© Osquer Campbell 2022 🌞❤️🌻

haiku


 #haiku


The sun veiled himself


in clouds, trying to disguise


himself as the moon.


© Osquer Campbell 2022 🌞❤️🌻


#moon #poem #sun #poetry

Saturday, November 12, 2022

#AtFirstKiss πŸ’‹ Vol. 76


#AtFirstKiss πŸ’‹ Vol. 76


He had tried to deny his desire, but now he bent his head slowly, giving me the chance to pull away. 


I didn't.


My hands were on his shoulders. As he kissed me, I drew them down his chest to his belly and then around his waist eliciting a low groan like a tree withstanding the force of the wind. I pressed my palms to his back and my will to his resistance.


© Osquer Campbell 2022 🌞❤️🌻