eileentotheleft
That moment when our hands touch, our lips meet, our bodies fuse. Salty sweet. Maybe a little too risque to be called a religious experience, but definitely something miraculous.
These hazy days keep getting longer as I wait for time to start. Tv, nap, tv, nap, facebook, nap. Never need to get out of bed when there's nothing to get up for. I was never a go getter, now I don't go anywhere to get anything.
Dripping down your chest, glistening in the fading afternoon sunlight. You smile, breathing heavily, leaning in for another kiss.
I sometimes wish returns worked for things other than merchandise. This relationship isn't like the picture on the box, I want my time back please.
I finish the final sentences of my length research paper, thinking wistfully of what I could have done with the hours wasted. This work is all for a greater goal. Five years from now I won't be thinking about whatever grade I receive on this assignment.
I wait anxiously, staring at the clock as the seconds creep by. It has been too long, it is always too long. Four wheels carry you to where I am.
Winter air surrounds us' caressing, icy, kisses. Falling, fluttering, flakes land silently on our shoulders in the light of a full moon. There is peace here.
The forest here is much more dense than it was near her old home in the Midwest. The trees juxtaposed the population of her new town, nearly a tenth of the population of her old one. It's colder here. She needed to get used to that.
What worries me about this is how easy it is. Loving you is effortless. People have always told me that you have to work hard to make love last...so why don't we?
There is only a one letter difference between chance and change.
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