AN EXCERPT FROM MY BLOG...
"You were my Humphrey Bogart. Our first kiss was immaculate. I felt a million different things all at once. My consciousness was of another world. When the kissing led to touching, the touch was rapturous. Death by embellished hands. When the touching became lascivious, it was ecstasy. Death by amorous delight. They all warned me about you. They said you were nefarious. They told me about the drugs, the vices, the older ladies and the lies you always told. They told me I was nothing more than a trophy to you. Another conquest on your map of destruction. I never believed them. I came crawling back. Begging, pleading, promising to be better this time around. My mascara stained cheeks gave you such delight. You felt like a winner of the world's greatest prize. You made nice, we got on again just fine. We ran the streets of Manhattan holding hands, laughing in the face of the naysayers. We fucked In the Angelika, while a silent art film about Paris played on..."
I am really trying to get my writing out there, because I want this to be my career. Nothing in this entire world makes me happier than writing. Read my blog, comment with your feedback, tell your friends, follow my blog. Help poor Clementine out. It would be greatly appreciated. I need this so much.
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"You were my Humphrey Bogart. Our first kiss was immaculate. I felt a million different things all at once. My consciousness was of another world. When the kissing led to touching, the touch was rapturous. Death by embellished hands. When the touching became lascivious, it was ecstasy. Death by amorous delight. They all warned me about you. They said you were nefarious. They told me about the drugs, the vices, the older ladies and the lies you always told. They told me I was nothing more than a trophy to you. Another conquest on your map of destruction. I never believed them. I came crawling back. Begging, pleading, promising to be better this time around. My mascara stained cheeks gave you such delight. You felt like a winner of the world's greatest prize. You made nice, we got on again just fine. We ran the streets of Manhattan holding hands, laughing in the face of the naysayers. We fucked In the Angelika, while a silent art film about Paris played on..."
I am really trying to get my writing out there, because I want this to be my career. Nothing in this entire world makes me happier than writing. Read my blog, comment with your feedback, tell your friends, follow my blog. Help poor Clementine out. It would be greatly appreciated. I need this so much.
Prettier In Black
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nothing like a first kiss
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hey beautiful how are you?!