He filled out all his piercings today you noticed. one two three four five, a bar stretched across the curved top of his ear, you stared.
I’m taking off my watch
So take off your street shoe
I say don’t worry you look perfect
She manages a thank you.
Our silence is beautiful.
In it her intentions are clear.
She leans in so close.
Whispers softly in my ear.
” I have a small secret.
You can feel my heart beat on my lips.”
I want to know what it’s like.
I place my fingertips on her hip.
A light smile at the touch.
Those eyes a sky of diamond stars.
Our noses meet briefly.
So close yet so far.
She says, ”If you pay close attention
And close your enchanting eyes,
I can show you proof
That I’m telling no lies.”
So I give in to the moment.
I can feel hair brush my face.
My hand caresses her cheek.
The skin feels like satin lace.
My breathe freezes up.
I don’t what to do from here.
My stomach twists in knots.
My heart stops in fear.
Her scent is intoxicating.
I’m drowned in vanilla and lilac.
I lean in to meet.
No use in fighting back.
A spark. A fire.
Now electrified beyond the flame.
It’s lust. It’s passion.
I can only hope she feels the same.
Her movement flows like the river.
Powerful yet yeilding to my advance.
Then she flows away and it’s over.
For what felt like forever, our lips had danced.
I see a breathless smile.
Her soft voice. ”Don’t leave me tonight?”
I wrap her with all the love I have.
The silence is beautiful for she is mine tonight.
they’re everywhere. up the walls. along the floor. in the cupboards. in my head. they infect everything like a river of red fear washing over my life.
im late. im late. im late for a very important date. the roses are wilting and chocolate has bitter. her tears are drying as she grows cold like winter. I need to be there now but dont know where to go. I only hope I’m not too late. I must not worry. I can do [...]
And so its begun. I have become that which I fear most. The man she hated. The path I’m walking to become him is not finished so there is still time for me to change. I just don’t know how. She has the map but she can’t read it nor will she entrust it to me. I have no way of knowing where to go so I’m hopelessly stumbling along the path to my ruin. If I can’t save myself from this, I will only destroy her. Just like the monster I always thought I was.
My soul does not weep any more but it still roams listlessly amidst the ruin of a once proud man now broken by her, the one born to be his undoing.
free. fell the pounding in your heart as you’re running with them. wild. untamed. the world fades to dust behind you as leave all worries behind. no pain. no sorrow. no memories. just the dirt, bushes, and trees that fly past as you think for a moment, you’re free.
“hold it, i’m talking here” he held an index finger her way, not even batting an eyelash. meanwhile her coworker glanced apologetically over, though he also didn’t dare interrupt to mr. manager’s intriguing morning traffic ticket tale.
Lightning crisscrossed between the swamp of dark clouds, he narrowed his eyes, hands clutching his bow and arrow tightly.
This pain is so unreal. How did I ever let myself get this way? The heart ache may prove to be too much. I cant take it. There must be a cure for the weeping soul.
cells. prison. entrapment. the lack of freedom i feel when you are around. you suffocate like the four walls that make up my cage. there is no hope. free me from the captivity of your love so that i may show you whats its like. its better to be trapped with company in a cell.
the limo skidded slightly next to the curb and a variety of colors pour from inside.
the mint leaf leaves a slight cool breeze on her tongue, she breaths in the scent deeply. summer is here and she thinks she’s just found the perfect ingredient for the ultimate summer scent.
torch: the peas pass through the torchwoods set a flamed. bodies fall, heads roll.
the steel canteen dropped with a loud clang and its content spilled on the classroom floor. plain rice. he stood petrified.
thief: she’s heaving like a pregnant cow forced to plow 5 spring fields. one more step and all evidence of her crime would be erased, like it’d never happened. the pair of briefs in her hands seem to have grown 20 pounds with the last shuffling of her feet though.
pretzel: i threw the ball of flour on the table top. it was perfectly kneaded. i knew it wouldn’t taste good. not from my hands.
it wasn’t simple. being as shy as she was and sitting inside the dollar kisses booth. it wasn’t even a stupid bet. it was a stupid gamble. she’d had curious males and females stopping by. wrong, all wrong!
rapture saturday, just perfect. we’re way past due anyway. who are we to say we’re even worthy of a higher power’s wrath now after we’ve been shamelessly incurring layer and layer of wrath upon ourselves.
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