I said goodbye, and your blink never happened. You missed it as my face closed, and the shadows within my heart, shuttered over it, inflamed by your indifference and your missing awareness. I remember the moment that my goodbye became final, when I realized that no matter how hard or how long I knocked, you […]
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Let’s say a guy named Fred is attracted to a woman named Martha. He asks her out to a movie; she accepts; they have a pretty good time. A few nights later he asks her out to dinner, and again they enjoy themselves. They continue to see each…
Fleeting and gentle, trailing across ebony skin, leaving a trail of chocolate on cold, deserted bones… stroking up fantasies revolving around the promises gathered, contained in that sugary touch. A drop of concern melted away into nothingness, fired across dark velvet, caressed into death by that sweet, succulent time-erasing touch.