blood runs red hands across cheeks, making the skin grow warm the grip strong, and heart slow – going weak __ written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: lust Share this:FacebookTwitterGoogleLike this:Like Loading... when the sun doesn’t speak a broken strength Categories: Poetry, WP Post A Day - Daily PromptsTags: dailyprompt, emotions, love, Poetry, sexual, The Daily Post, thoughts, Writing Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google+ account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) w Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email.