My name is Ost Pascale, I live in Belgium, Europe. I started a while ago again with writing little stories and some poetry.
When I was younger, (a teenager) I wrote many poems and little stories in Dutch. Now after twenty years, I found my 'muse' back … I started to write in English, not the easiest way for a woman, who had a minimum education about the English language.
Mostly of the poems are romantic based, it's made for all kind of relationships; woman/woman, woman/man or even man/man. Just close your eyes and enjoy the words.
On the other hand the little stories I wrote are lesbian stories, the typical 'dialogue' stories, with the 'What if … ' or ... more »
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Pascale Ost Poems
Sometimes I’m asking myself Why has it always to be so difficult?
My lovely lady I love you so much I want you so much I want to touch you
My Mother gave me birth, Taught me how to drink, how to eat, How to talk, how to walk. She made me to this wonderful person.
Ten Grey hairs and a silver one
I discovered my first grey hair when I was Seventeen years old It had to do with broken up my first relationship
So far away But at the same moment So near with me
And He created us, Humans with two heads, Four arms, Four legs
Seeing your eyes So special for me Starting with brown Ending with gold
I need a Family
I need two strong arms Two strong man arms Arms that can carry me
Give me a Sign
I’m walking down the streets Searching for you I don’t know where to find you I’m searching in the old city
Don't fear my love, I will not harm you I just want to, Give you my love
Seeing you here It’s almost a dream A little smile around your lips Your hands on your belly
Silence I’m covering your body with mine Breasts touching breasts
Baby hands, So small, So tender.
I open my eyes, And see your smile. So sweet.
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Sometimes I’m asking myself
Why has it always to be so difficult?
Why is it so easy to hurt your beloved one
When she is so far away?
Why is it so more painful?
If you argue with your beloved one
Over the internet?
Internet words are written so much easier
Then be spoken out loud to your beloved one
Feelings are not the same
When the person you love is sitting
On the other side of the screen
You can’t touch her
You can’t kiss her
You can’t caressing her
You can’t say how much you love her
You can’t put her ...