Wednesday, September 17, 2008

they think i've lost it completely

She smelled of strawberry fields and sunshine, thought the elephant in the room, as she cocked her head to one side and frowned. She preferred sitting next to, not touching, the lover, habibati, Verliebte. She is stuck in this temporary wedlock of sexual convenience and cliched one-liners. It is all strangely befitting, it can either go this way or that, but she prefers not to think about consequences at the moment. His body melted with her cocoa butter touch and thats all she needed to be satisfied with.For now.
His pale body under her soft hands, skin stretching to show off its ductility. He didn't fit right, anywhere really, but since when has it worked out with people who do fit? Since almost never. And she didn't care anyway. Because all there was, the cool evening, dim lights, them, that was what she wanted to focus on. The window was thrown open, the bed stripped of its covers, and a game of water-spitting was in full swing. It bothered her how little there was to talk about sometimes, bothered her that she was dealing with two completely different people with the same face, bothered her how there was no botheration at all whatsoever. The hair, the eyes and those lips...oh those deliciously symmetrical, perfectly colored lips...
There is something that wants to come out, something that wants to just sit there and be massaged, there's no need for words. Just scents, rubber balloons, stolen glances and knowing smiles.

Just...

1 comment:

Saturnalia's Offspring said...

"He didn't fit right, anywhere really, but since when has it worked out with people who do fit? Since almost never."

I guess this is a major reason I like your blog so much. You just... make sense.