My truth. My life.

The memory


Underneath the old oak tree remains the memory of our first stolen kiss.

I remember building up the nerve, putting on my taste of honey lip balm, and claiming your lips as mine.


For Trifecta

On to the weekend prompt.  This weekend we are asking for exactly 33 words, 30
of your own and three of the following:

topple     paradigm
underneath     nerve     honey     loop

Good luck!




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35 thoughts on “The memory

  1. That is, as your usual, lovely!

  2. I love the picture and the way you described the kiss. I could really picture it in my head 🙂

  3. This was one of my favorites from this weekend. The picture is a perfect complement to your writing.

  4. Draug419 on said:

    That’s a honey-sweet moment. (:

  5. ahhh if trees could talk – the tales they’d tell. 🙂

  6. Sweet, honey-balmed memories 🙂

  7. 33 words and an oak tree – your words took me back to an apple grove 🙂
    Sweet honey kisses and the bluest eyes 🙂

  8. Aww,that’s so romantic!Loved it Deana-no one does love better than you:-)

  9. A sweet remembrance of a first kiss. Romantic, as usual.

  10. ‘ claiming your lips as mine’ … That sounded so romantic . Nice piece!

  11. A sweet moment – A sweet memory! 🙂

  12. Planning and intent followed by it just happened. Sweet ode.

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