My pen name is Arthur
"And so I looked at her coolly, laughing like she always do. The nervous laugh. The nervous panter.
Her fingers dancing in her shirt while keeping my eyes locked onto her. She saw the twinkle in my eye. I knew it. She knew it. One two three one two three. Each finger nail catching light from a nearby lightbulb that was quickly becoming dim.
Or at least I thought so. This whole situation was becoming darker to me, though.
I could have sworn I planned this out better. I had her in one hand and my heart in another. I squeezed tenderly and placed them on my lips. They tasted sweet whilst I was planning.
My eyes closed and I smelled her. She smelled like everything I could ever anticipate.
Yet her voice poisoned my ears. She was still laughing as I stood here: enjoying the moment.
Quickly I panicked for some sort of retaliation. There is no way I could possible take this defeat. She was rubbing it in with her mocking smiles.
I pulled into the back of myself and scrambled for a piece of divine literature. Or even something worth a listen.
'I don't fear you. I don't loathe you. I especially am not experiencing forlorn misery from your debauchery. However, I stand here: Listening to you. I breathe you in and yet you do not exhale out of my breathe. You are inside me, even still. I want to hold on to you until I can not hold you in anymore. You simply have no choice. You are inside me.
And I know I am inside you, too.
Your fingers dance amidst your shirt. Your buttons stay fastened. Only I can uncover you. Only I can see you. You know this; you nervously laugh to find another way. You serenade for the key. However, here I am: Your key. My hands will unwrap you, and I will breathe you in.
For I do not fear you, nor loathe you; I simply love you with something more divine.
You are my breathe: my very reason of being physically alive.'
I gasped for air for I could not bare to acknowledge breathe during my factual claims. Her hands stopped moving yet grasped on to her thoughts. She looked at me with those bewildered eyes. They neither glistened nor sparkled before me.
I reached out to her kindly, and smirked. She knew I was right and there was nothing she could say except to give me her hand. She wasn't upset, I knew that: This is what she wanted to hear all along. These words made her very mind orgasm.
And so she fell into me, softly. I held on to her as we walked away from our conversation.
I looked at coolly, and cocked my head toward the heavens:
'You are my everything'
And she simply laughed something silly."
Her fingers dancing in her shirt while keeping my eyes locked onto her. She saw the twinkle in my eye. I knew it. She knew it. One two three one two three. Each finger nail catching light from a nearby lightbulb that was quickly becoming dim.
Or at least I thought so. This whole situation was becoming darker to me, though.
I could have sworn I planned this out better. I had her in one hand and my heart in another. I squeezed tenderly and placed them on my lips. They tasted sweet whilst I was planning.
My eyes closed and I smelled her. She smelled like everything I could ever anticipate.
Yet her voice poisoned my ears. She was still laughing as I stood here: enjoying the moment.
Quickly I panicked for some sort of retaliation. There is no way I could possible take this defeat. She was rubbing it in with her mocking smiles.
I pulled into the back of myself and scrambled for a piece of divine literature. Or even something worth a listen.
'I don't fear you. I don't loathe you. I especially am not experiencing forlorn misery from your debauchery. However, I stand here: Listening to you. I breathe you in and yet you do not exhale out of my breathe. You are inside me, even still. I want to hold on to you until I can not hold you in anymore. You simply have no choice. You are inside me.
And I know I am inside you, too.
Your fingers dance amidst your shirt. Your buttons stay fastened. Only I can uncover you. Only I can see you. You know this; you nervously laugh to find another way. You serenade for the key. However, here I am: Your key. My hands will unwrap you, and I will breathe you in.
For I do not fear you, nor loathe you; I simply love you with something more divine.
You are my breathe: my very reason of being physically alive.'
I gasped for air for I could not bare to acknowledge breathe during my factual claims. Her hands stopped moving yet grasped on to her thoughts. She looked at me with those bewildered eyes. They neither glistened nor sparkled before me.
I reached out to her kindly, and smirked. She knew I was right and there was nothing she could say except to give me her hand. She wasn't upset, I knew that: This is what she wanted to hear all along. These words made her very mind orgasm.
And so she fell into me, softly. I held on to her as we walked away from our conversation.
I looked at coolly, and cocked my head toward the heavens:
'You are my everything'
And she simply laughed something silly."