this is one of several pieces from days now lost...i will post 3 tonight.
Shades of dusk roar in military fashion across the mountainous horizon at the edge of the world. Her mangled, miserable smile is built entirely out of shattered dreams and the soft glow of fluorescent lighting that seems to burn endlessly around her. Tonight she stalks the sidewalks in the city with vigorous, fitful behavior, dancing as if seizures were a the latest dance craze.
The attire she wears is cheap cloth, synthesized under the commanding hands of lifeless mechanized seamstresses. Without remorse, these perverted patterns ride up her thighs then her mid-drift like the gripping hands of a high-school virgin, desperately fumbling with a training bra, still attached to the thinning ribcage of a drunken prom date.
Within the confines of a drink-house her heart quakes to be in, a penumbra dressed in a man suit stakes claim to a chair within arms reach of her delectable soul-wrapper. His voice works like worms in a corpse; whispering sweet nothings that tear innocence from inside the ear canal, with violently sensually dragging purity, into the filth of the world. Those eyes of his, gazing without mercy, drink up the beauty of her threadbare parts the same way an intoxicated deviant peers over bathroom stalls.
To date, the only words spoken to her in this manner, heard by her head this lovely evening, were in after dark movies and sexually explicit documentaries on cable. Her mouth refuses to cooperate, mixed up vocabulary spews out like wasps: this girl is fantasizing of making a perfect life in the arms next to her. She senses the reality that those arms can kill for the fun and create for the world.
Within the confines of a drink-house her heart quakes to be in, a penumbra dressed in a man suit stakes claim to a chair within arms reach of her delectable soul-wrapper. His voice works like worms in a corpse; whispering sweet nothings that tear innocence from inside the ear canal, with violently sensually dragging purity, into the filth of the world. Those eyes of his, gazing without mercy, drink up the beauty of her threadbare parts the same way an intoxicated deviant peers over bathroom stalls.
To date, the only words spoken to her in this manner, heard by her head this lovely evening, were in after dark movies and sexually explicit documentaries on cable. Her mouth refuses to cooperate, mixed up vocabulary spews out like wasps: this girl is fantasizing of making a perfect life in the arms next to her. She senses the reality that those arms can kill for the fun and create for the world.
Silence takes over for a split second, another song starts to envelope the room in over tones of perversion combined with lost inhibitions, brought out by strong liquids. Her feet move to the open floor, this curvaceous vixen rotates her limbs as if the very epidermis she is cloaked in, was a collage of sun browned pit vipers.
Lustful liquids take effect on libidinous urges and desires. Understanding the emergency of lewdness, along with the five alarm fire below, this couple prances semi-nude to a park bench further from view and street lights. Panting without repent and now cursing through difficult button work, hands grasping at any inch of flesh in its prime. Their mouths work each other into submission by use of canines and tongues. Humid air provokes skin to weep the dew of passionate caress.
Lustful liquids take effect on libidinous urges and desires. Understanding the emergency of lewdness, along with the five alarm fire below, this couple prances semi-nude to a park bench further from view and street lights. Panting without repent and now cursing through difficult button work, hands grasping at any inch of flesh in its prime. Their mouths work each other into submission by use of canines and tongues. Humid air provokes skin to weep the dew of passionate caress.
Two sets of lips blister up with the heat from a shared moment, a thermal nuclear explosion in the shape of two nude bodies convulsing.
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