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Cigarettes and CinnamonHe was dangerous and perfect, with a dimly glowing cigarette dangling from his lips. Leaning against my mailbox, he seemed almost unreal, still gorgeous despite the clichéd combination of a leather jacket and shaggy hair. “Hey, Danny.”Cigarettes and Cinnamon
I ducked my head to hide my smile, a single ringlet falling over my eyes, tickling my nose. “Hey, Malcolm.” I gnawed on my bottom lip, tugging down the edges of my skirt. With Malcolm Ambrose I could end up with a cigarette burn on my arm, and a black eye, but still my lips would be yearning for more of the kisses that
by ~utterlydeviant
-philiaI think I love her best this way, with one red curl spiraling over one pale cheek.-philia
I love her best with her lips barely parted; I trace over them with a fingertip, carefully, so as not to disturb.
Stroking lightly, I like the look of my hand against her hair.
I like the look of us together, lying in bed, with nothing for me to do but gaze adoringly and kiss the hole where her heart used to be.
by ~utterlydeviant
Compromised“Assume,” she said, “that you have a cat inside a box.”Compromised
I was painting her. Given my choice, I’d have taken a thick slice of silence with my art, but I thought that if she was completely quiet for the whole time, her head would explode and models this perfect were hard to find. She was a master at being perfectly still (except her incessantly moving lips), even in impossible contortions.
“No science in the studio,” I mumbled belatedly, more absorbed in my work than her conversation. No matter: she was always happiest rattling along about her own thou
by ~utterlydeviant
Love LetterMy Dearest Darling,Love Letter
Every so often I am struck by the mysteries of time; it continues ever forward, idling for none, and never looking back. It passes by, not in the tick-tock-tick-tock seconds of being, but in the swift whoosh of life. Time is always present, yet how many of us live in the present? Always are we looking to a better, brighter future or, for those of us that have already met and conversed with the height of our lives, remembering a beautiful past.
Forgive me if my prelude is too long and your attentions have wandered to other, more pressing matters. You alwa
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"It was the mothman, wasn't it?"
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"It was the mothman, wasn't it?"
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That which we are, we are; what we choose to be.
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"It was the mothman, wasn't it?"
..."It's always the Mothman."
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"It was the mothman, wasn't it?"
..."It's always the Mothman."
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