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September 2010
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Nervous familiarity bounds us together. Thoroughly enjoying the landscape of her presence I find myself smiling uncontrollably, inside and out. I must profess that her beautifully warped essence envelopes my entire being as I taste the warmth of our shared instances.
August 2010
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July 2010
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Throwing Clay
Watching the generously wet clay stream through and through her hands, I wanted to be that lump. That experienced little lump that longs to be become something, anything. Streaming and flowing past her delicate tips that little lump of clay would become nothing more than an ash tray for her own private thoughts. Stale butts overflow into the weightless air as she whispered sweet nothings into her...
Smoke Break
Watching the slow drags requested by her lips… puff, puff, puff. Warm left over saliva embraced around the tip as if abandonement is inevitable. Fear not my sugary sweet machines the old spirit will once again return before to long. The draw is nearing it’s generous stream of past lives lives on indefinitely into the night. Shitty cause I just bummed my last smoke.
Listen
Lets walk hand in hand and find a place to devour our past.
The candlelight danced delicately across her porcelain face as I tried to contain my overwhelming desire to rake my obsessions across her flesh licking lips. Staring deep into her eyes I saw myself drowning with such a sweet perversion. Let me go into the darkness of your heart for only then can we be truly be set free from the calculated chains that hold us back from tearing each other apart.
Tossing her hair to the side she gleaned her eyes westward in the quickest fashion possible. Both views were exceptional.
Wet clay streaming through a river of flesh, unabated and carelessly applying the right amount of pressure. The end result is of no importance, I would much rather live in the experience over and over and over again.
