{ a different truth }

and now you tell a different truth in whimsy, sheets, and secret fire; i'm not meant to understand why oftentimes, in our desire, we cannot see or reason to or reason thorough, or at all -- for lies can be a different truth and therein lies my rise and fall

towel envy

he’s got a rather bad case of towel envy; she thinks that maybe she might know the cure — the operation’s quick, and almost painless, so soon, she’ll lose the towel just to be sure

that once (7)

it's not the act, it is the time you're trying to please each other: the touch, the gift, the time, the service, all rolled into one. it's all our energy in neither fight or flight, and every type of love at once, when it's done right

who is the villain

who is the villain when we find we've gained a thrill but lost our mind? who is enemy in this? is it the ruse, the lie, the kiss -- how do we know who we can trust when our own bodies lie to us?

taken aback

perhaps what is is meant to be perhaps this will go swimmingly perhaps direct's an okay blunt taken aback or taken affront

the conquistador

it's wrong he loves his wife he does he knows that this is craziness it's like somebody else is there inside his head and driving this and headed to that shape that scent that feeling blending conjuring all mixed with the illusion that it's him doing the conquering

the how in starting

he asked her if she'd go with him for what was a night of elegance with nothing inappropriate conveyed by either word or glance so they were there as colleagues zero shown or done or evidenced but oh the food and drink were good and much indulged and somehow sensed the car a sudden kiss … Continue reading "the how in starting"

Nothing Like She Was

AFTER the moment spent the arching back the long release she sees NOTHING but an empty void a reasonless and clamoring anxiety but this IS LIKE other addictions, in its heinousness and fated-ness oh that SHE WAS that other girl that happy girl she used to be