littlebirdie
The intersection was deserted. Perfect. I grabbed Ellens arm and dragged her to the door, not pausing to put on shoes I flung open the large, ornate door and dashed towards the street.
Waiting for her to step onto the porch I tried to center myself so I was EXACTLY in the middle of the cracked concrete square and sat, looking up at the bright stars, waiting for my lover to follow me. I couldn't wait to show her the constellations she had lived so long without.
He looked on, puzzled out of his mind. Completely bamboozled, utterly saying-less. There, sprawled over his dining-room able was his wife, fast asleep in the arms of another woman.
It wasn't even the sexy kind of fast asleep. They were both clothe it looked as though they had been searching for constellations through the skylight around the chandelier...
Iron bars hold my soul.
Hidden from the world
From all but you.
Iron bars hold your needs,
And all it gives you is me...
Is it worth it?
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The cup shook with her hands. Hot coffee spilling over the styrofoam edges. Instantly she put the cup to her lips. Gnawing on the styrofoam and gulping scalding coffee to distract her from the angelic form in front of her.
I feel foreign in my own body. As I feel her lips press against mine I don't know just who I am. I am drawn into her, it feels so right to have this woman so close to me.
Sometimes you just have to go with the flow. and that is what I plan to do!
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