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Slowly the door creaked open, further illuminating the room with the dim outdoor light. He could hear her tiptoe her way across the room, trying to surprise him.
I know not well those whispering hips, They pardon whole my silent lips Of many words that curse its groove, She is criminal but I approve.
Mary please, don't put us down. We can see your lies through your blood-shot eyes, So wrong to say yes, But so right to so no. So take a blunt and enjoy the road.
The light had been on now for four houers. In My head I pictured him and me fucking, him and other guys fucking, me raping him. I pictured me randomly running in to him in a cafe or a shoppingmall .
I traced those bumpy lines across my arm in a zigzag motion, repetitively. One, two, three, four, five. I counted them along with the rate of my heartbeat.
My name is Judith Palmer and I don’t regret anything I’ve done. I have taught at St. Agnes Primary School for three years, and I have no intention of leaving.
Even now I still want you To feel the unbearable absence Of me in your life. I want to always be on your mind Haunting every waking breathe.
I hear you breathing. The regular rhythm of life reverberates through me and reminds me that I'm hollow. A shallow graven image lying next to your slumbering form; Empty, soulless, naked and barren.
Benjamin "I could be everything you've ever dreamed of, if you gave me just one chance to prove it!" my hands were shaking, not only with fear but with rage as I yelled at her.
Ever since I saw you dance, I couldn't settle with just a single glance. Your movements, so filled with grace, and filled with cuteness is your face.
I’ve seen the Adjustment Bureau. I’ve only seen it once. But I’ve dreamt about it. I’ve gone running through door after door, clinging to my hat. I chase bread crumbs dropped by you.
I know the high-rise you live in I know the lifts don't work I know you hate the neighbour's cat Especially it's smirk.
Your so beautiful. Your cold, seemingly untouched flesh; I love the way it feels when I stroke it gently. Smooth. Your so obedient. Your cold, calculating mind; I love the way it feels inside me.
Remember when you ran away and I got on my knees and begged you not to leave because I'd go berserk?. Well...
I found a wallet, it was sat on the crack between two slabs of pavement as I was walking home from shopping.
Your skin must stroke along the grain, your eyes must always agree. Your curves must be straightened, your voice must warm the frozen. Your legs must keep a secret, your fingers must remember.
Hardly a day passed without some thought of her and yet somehow he felt that things were on the up. It had been a lovely Summer and their romance (as he liked to think of it) had consumed it.