i walk away
it is he who smiles
it is i who is pleased
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Tag: lust
{Recipe} Midnight Snack
a touch of honey for the dripping
a bit of chocolate for the sucking
a few sweet berries for the nibbling
a dabble of whipped cream for the licking
a hint of vanilla for the remembering
just the right amount of warmth for the complete satisfaction
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OneThousand
I thought a lot of thoughts that day,
Before. Making. My. Decision.
Was it worth it? Did it matter?
And would you even care? Would today be the final notice, the last indicator of whatever used to be between us?
Or was there ever anything beyond what rested in my mind? In my heart? In my spirit? In my telling of the tale? Perhaps it was all fiction made up purely by a lustful body sending words to my head that never actually crossed my lips. That certainly were never real life?
There were so many thoughts thought that day that I nearly missed the moment. The moment provided to us by fate? By happenstance? By the universe hurling us ever toward one another?
Is it toward or is that too a place that I have designed because of the seemingly insatiable need to be where you are? Perhaps it is apart? Apart is where all things eventually end right? No matter what is said, what is heard, what is felt? There is always the end?
I thought a lot of thoughts that day. Before. Making. My. Decision.
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Image: Alexander Butler
Playing The Odds
The desire to be wrapped up {in love}.
The desire to not get knocked down {by love}.
The desire to be brilliant {at love}.
Even when there is no guarantee {of love}.
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Image: deviantART
Oceans
To what depths can love carry you on the expanse of it’s wings? Beyond the shallows of lust? Sinking past the midlevels of like? Rushing towards the ocean floor only to find that it goes deeper still?
Sailing to the ends of the earth in celebration of an indescribable feeling then back again at it’s inevitable demise. Trading that trip though for nothing that can bought or sold.
The end of love is the beginning of a new life, a new set of wings awaiting their first flight. Ready to venture to the depths that only love knows.
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Photo: Cara Moulds
Going Down
You
Make
Me
Want
To
Scream
Shout
Dream
Desire
Love
Dance
Whisper
Lust
Lay
Understand
Forgive
Falter
Fail
Begin Again
Scream
Shout
Dream
Desire
Love
Dance
Whisper
Lust
Lay
Understand
Forgive
Understand
Falter
Fall
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Post-haste
It is crucial that You get here right now as the situation cannot be contained, managed or dealt with until you are on site.
On sight I will let you know all the details but for now you should just be on your way, stopping for nothing and essentially dropping everything.
Every thing that has contributed to this issue, that has gotten us to where we are today must be addressed.There is no more time for excuses nor other words of delay.
It is crucial that You get here right away because you are the only one who can fix this problem.
Your lips are the only ones to kiss …
Your hands are the only ones that caress …
Your words are the only ones that move …
Your eyes are the only ones that devour …
Needed.
Wanted.
Now.
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