leola76

The bottle of Calvet Reserve was finally opened last night...

And the cataclysm of deadweight soothsay poured from his tounge like verbal leukemia. The unrestrained proliferation of whitewash reversed and devoured the dependable opiate of the redwash. In the end, alcohol is sobering. His palsied rationalizations echoed throughout my entire brain, forcing the sound waves out before my very eyes. The rancorous reverberations malevolenty hovered above for a brief moment...

....dizzying

....nullifying


SLAM!


Like raging poltergeist, the words blugeoned back into my body and hurled my rattled soul across the room. Stunned by the reality tazer, my eyes rolled twice before they started to water.

Shocked: "Your eyes are as green as grass"

Note: They are always dark hazel when dry.

Then his eyes turned red as his tears came, and he said I made him feel special. But the non-commital and contradictory proclomations continued to flow.

The Recurrence:

The wine

The blood stains

The ejaculate

The sweat

And the combative forces of vulnerability and resolution stirring within, when he says...


The Addendum: "I still don't know you."



(...then he made to love me.)