The Chimes at Midnight

Poetry, late night musings, and the children of an idle brain

Showing posts with label lips. Show all posts
Showing posts with label lips. Show all posts
29 August 2021

Sated

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By Bud Koenemund For Lindsay Eyes locked; lips touching; two bodies becoming one, 'til lust is sated.
03 October 2015

The Promise

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By Bud Koenemund A 100-word story   Emilia entered the hall with a regal air, as if she were a queen granting an audience. The crowd hu...
26 April 2015

A Quartet of Haiku for NaPoWriMo 2015

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By Bud Koenemund Recalled to Life For “Her.” My heart will not beat again, ‘til your lips touch mine, and renew my life. ...
07 March 2014

Two Haiku

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By Bud Koenemund In the Ear of the Beholder For Kitty Boyce "Fuck me!" Vulgar in polite society. But, welcome from...
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Bud Koenemund
I am 57 years old, and currently live in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.I began writing my first story while serving in the United States Army.I write poetry, short stories, novels, songs, editorials/opinion pieces, news stories, screenplays, satire, erotica, and anything else that strikes me.At any given time, I have about a dozen writing projects in various stages of completion, and a few more banging around in my head.I get many of my best writing ideas while I'm in bed, driving, showering, or on the toilet; and I keep a pen and paper in all those locations (OK, in the shower I use children's bath crayons on the tiles).Most of the time, I write from inspiration - I've had times when I've written a Shakespearean sonnet during a 15 minute drive, or awakened from a sound sleep, wrote a poem in a few minutes, and then gone back to sleep.Now, on a distasteful, though sadly necessary, note: Unless otherwise noted, quotated, and/or attributed to another author, the works on this page are solely the intellectual property of Bud Koenemund, and as such are protected by copyright.
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