He gave me his socks |
What does such a gesture mean?
For a male friend to give me his socks, i mean has the giving of socks from his feet replaced the old traditional value of chocolates and flowers, or maybe even replaced...
Posted by Hannah on Mon, 20 Oct 2008 08:16:00 PST |
Cuddle My Cock |
By Hannah Schofield And Eleanor Gray aka HotlipsHannah and Ellemenopeenis.
Quote from American Pie-''Suck me beautiful'' Once thought of as the worst chat up line in history, but now my friends...
Posted by Hannah on Sat, 27 Sep 2008 11:37:00 PST |
Hands |
Hands
Opening the door i squinted my eyes waiting for a shock.
The only things i saw two chunky blocks resting on the palm of each other.
A waxy yellow skin colour. A grooved pattern of hair. A chain ...
Posted by Hannah on Mon, 21 Jan 2008 07:26:00 PST |
Five minutes of my life |
Five miutes of my life.Well to me five minutes usually pass me so quickly i don't recognise that time has captured me on its crest and swiftly shot me beyond the shore towards another land of unknown ...
Posted by Hannah on Mon, 03 Dec 2007 04:00:00 PST |
Homework for Marilyn |
He walked past me as the breeze hit my face, the wind travelled with his scent, a musty stay in bed smell.
He slumped with a stuttered strut. wearing his sunday doss clothes.
A brown and black white h...
Posted by Hannah on Sun, 25 Nov 2007 12:51:00 PST |
My autobiography - a part of it |
Creative writing essay my autobiography. 25th September 2007.
Just remember it is a piece of creative writing although based on a part of my life it is still the piece i want to be read, the fact that...
Posted by Hannah on Sat, 24 Nov 2007 03:38:00 PST |
Structure of love |
Structure of love
Fingertips ripple over skin;
Senses heighten leaving you wondering.
One touch simply magnifies a smile.
Beads of sweat;
Drip and connect.
Bodies infuse into one;
When the ...
Posted by Hannah on Sat, 24 Nov 2007 03:21:00 PST |
11 o’clock on platform 3 - the voyager my knight |
11 o'clock on platform 3
The Voyager my knight
Waiting for the voyager of the night,
Waiting watching the floor feeling the fright.
The looming darkness of the sky,
Pitches a dark sheet over my ey...
Posted by Hannah on Sat, 24 Nov 2007 03:03:00 PST |
A dream lost because of a dream shared |
A poem recently inspired by imagination and a friend.
A dream lost because of a dream shared.Part I The girl in satinThe girl in satin danced with the partner of her dreams in the empty music hall. Us...
Posted by Hannah on Sat, 24 Nov 2007 02:54:00 PST |
My novel |
A novel i created to amuse, bestow, arouse, and fantasize. read review and share.
A web of Roses. By Hannah Schofield copyright
Chapter one
Rose awoke to a violent ringing intruding her ears, her mi...
Posted by Hannah on Fri, 09 Nov 2007 08:59:00 PST |
