

52709Foggy morning52709
Whisps of Mist
Moving soundlessly propelled by some wind
I do not see
losing my grip on even the tips of your fingers
Are you being pulled into the fog? or are you using it to gratefully slip away?
You melt backwards I can't see your face anymore were you ever really there?
the thing I felt was as solid as rock seems now as fragile as mist


Slow SmolderAngled light Sheer curtains Must be afternoon I guess In the trough of the wave For the moment Skin on skin Skin on disheveled sheets Hair tangled Legs touching Stickiness I lick your neck Slowly Ah god your scent makes me smolder Every movement slow I can still taste the pleasureSlow Smolder
On your upcurved lips


What now?So. (she says)What now?
A long silence ensues as she trails her toe around in the sand. She doesn't seem to want to look at him.
Well...that's not true, I guess.
She does want to look at him but I think she is afraid to. (She keeps looking in his direction looking at his shadow looking as far up his bare legs as his knees.
She won't look at his face, his eyes, though...)
He doesn't say anything.
He has said what he came to say and he is waiting for her to understand it. So he can't help.
Huh. (she says) t
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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Literotica
My stock-
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"My little old man and I fell out;
I'll tell you what 'twas all about,--
I had money and he had none,
And that's the way the noise begun."
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There's no more life left to live...
If I can't be me, I don't see why I should even be.
Thank you for the watch, feel free to say hello and chat up with us, you might find some new friends aswell
But staying silent is just as well.
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-- Lost in this world- a total stranger--
--Deep within me lay the last fragments
of a shattered soul--
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Don't blame me.
I'm just here for the cookies.
And welcome to dA!
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