The constriction of my chest as if though bound tight in guaze, the slight nausea, the way my head floats instead of rests on the top of my neck.
You make my heart beat faster. You make my brain not work.
These are the side effects of the futile battle against gravity. How do you resist the will of the universe?
Anticipation of the taste of your thighs, the way your hipbones feel in my barbarous grip. Everything in the world sinking, now sunk into the deep dark of those eyes. My God, those eyes. The way your breath smells burning my lips as you bring your mouth to mine.
She says it's too difficult, the obstacles pile up in front of her like so many unpaid parking tickets.
Tradgedy they say is just comedy without the distance.
You make my heart beat faster. You make my brain not work.
These are the side effects of the futile battle against gravity. How do you resist the will of the universe?
Anticipation of the taste of your thighs, the way your hipbones feel in my barbarous grip. Everything in the world sinking, now sunk into the deep dark of those eyes. My God, those eyes. The way your breath smells burning my lips as you bring your mouth to mine.
She says it's too difficult, the obstacles pile up in front of her like so many unpaid parking tickets.
Tradgedy they say is just comedy without the distance.
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oryan:
oh spooks...sorry i missed you this weekend but it sounds like there are all kindsa flights of fancy going on with ya. It was lovely to hear your voice ringing on my machine and, but oh so sad that I didnt get to see the lovely face that goes with it. miss ya lovely.
olivia:
now i think of you exclusively as pookie. it makes me feel very affectionate towards you. POOKIE!!!!!