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It has been FOREVER since I updated this thing. LOTS has happened, and I will have to do a summary of it all one day, but for now...
I was going through some old writings and whatnot, when I came across this passage. I forgot all about it. I had written a second little piece that was connected to a previous character that I had begun writing about long ago. I posted it a while back. (October 31, 2006 to be exact) I posted it along side one other writing I did.
Anyway, I went over it and thought maybe I would post it. Let me know what you think!
Luke:
He took Luke in his arms, an embrace that could have won over a soul for the devil himself. As they lay there face to face, allowing every inch of one another to touch, he carefully slid his hand beneath Luke's chin. A tender touch to let him know that he could lay there forever if he so desired. The passion this guy radiated was intense. He could almost feel Luke's hunger from deep within his own heart. Once he had closed his eyes, all he could think of was the look on Luke's face when they had begun this treacherous journey in the sheets. The complete devotion that seemed to emanate from his very pores was so overwhelming; it almost made him nauseous with excitement. To feel so good inside, so wanted, took him almost by surprise. It had been so long since he had felt such a strong emotion. He opened his eyes, just to make sure he wasn't dreaming.
Luke was still there, right in front of him. The moonlight through the window saturated his body in a soft glow that made him appear as he would imagine an angel would look like, if one were to part the skies and deliver him a divine message. The oils on Luke's skin caused the light to bounce all over the room. It was as if they had returned to the night club, and the fog machine would soon be letting out a spray of cold, misty air to cool the entire room, just long enough for them to catch their breath. Even with his eyes closed; he knew that Luke had the most amazing eyes he had ever seen. A perfectly groomed face, outlined with a strong jaw, and a high brow line. His shaggy, dark hair was still soft, despite the fact that it was still slightly damp with sweat. Perfection was the word that came to his mind as he continued to caress Luke's face in his hand.
As he took that perfect face in his hand, he couldn't help but to smile. This was one of the most amazing moments he had been a part of in such a long time. It was difficult to remember what had even set this entire event into motion, but he gladly accepted every chance he got to experience these pleasures in life. He lay there, taking it in, one second at a time.
It was as if he was watching the whole thing happen from across the room. There they were, lying in the bed completely unclothed; open to the world around them. What was he doing? He had begun to take Luke's head into his arm, pulling him closer to his own chest. As he did, Luke squeezed him closer. It was a beautiful sight to be seeing. Wrapping his arm around the guy's neck, he gently cupped his chin in his hand, lifting him up so that their lips were as close together as they could be without kissing. He could feel Luke's breath, warm against his own face. Being ever so careful, so they would not touch lips, he smiled.
Taking in a deep, warm breath from the man in front of him, he held it in. Holding in this breath, he made a smooth, controlled movement with his arm. Not even a flinch to be witnessed at all. Only a slight groan, as Luke's face looked immediately away from his own. Of course there were those awful sounds from the position of Luke's delicate neck, but he couldn't hear them through his own ecstasy. One tear began its journey; down the side of his nose, holding on for only a second, before resting on the pillow below.
This was the moment, that moment between what he thought of as reality and what is thought of as imaginary. A time that would leave so many questions left unanswered. Things would change forever. It mattered not what the world would think; only those thoughts which came from within him could begin to conceive of making sense of what was to follow. The finality of it all was too much too bare. The silence that came over the room was all too calming for his senses to comprehend. Why was this so familiar? Could he have possibly done this before? He would make a note of it in his journal tomorrow.
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JUST RANDOM THOUGHTS
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Surrounded by many, yet lonely as never before.
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How can it be,
That you can hold a piece of my heart?
How can it be,
That I allowed you that?
How can it be,
That I let go of something so dear to my soul?
I was going through some old writings and whatnot, when I came across this passage. I forgot all about it. I had written a second little piece that was connected to a previous character that I had begun writing about long ago. I posted it a while back. (October 31, 2006 to be exact) I posted it along side one other writing I did.
Anyway, I went over it and thought maybe I would post it. Let me know what you think!
Luke:
He took Luke in his arms, an embrace that could have won over a soul for the devil himself. As they lay there face to face, allowing every inch of one another to touch, he carefully slid his hand beneath Luke's chin. A tender touch to let him know that he could lay there forever if he so desired. The passion this guy radiated was intense. He could almost feel Luke's hunger from deep within his own heart. Once he had closed his eyes, all he could think of was the look on Luke's face when they had begun this treacherous journey in the sheets. The complete devotion that seemed to emanate from his very pores was so overwhelming; it almost made him nauseous with excitement. To feel so good inside, so wanted, took him almost by surprise. It had been so long since he had felt such a strong emotion. He opened his eyes, just to make sure he wasn't dreaming.
Luke was still there, right in front of him. The moonlight through the window saturated his body in a soft glow that made him appear as he would imagine an angel would look like, if one were to part the skies and deliver him a divine message. The oils on Luke's skin caused the light to bounce all over the room. It was as if they had returned to the night club, and the fog machine would soon be letting out a spray of cold, misty air to cool the entire room, just long enough for them to catch their breath. Even with his eyes closed; he knew that Luke had the most amazing eyes he had ever seen. A perfectly groomed face, outlined with a strong jaw, and a high brow line. His shaggy, dark hair was still soft, despite the fact that it was still slightly damp with sweat. Perfection was the word that came to his mind as he continued to caress Luke's face in his hand.
As he took that perfect face in his hand, he couldn't help but to smile. This was one of the most amazing moments he had been a part of in such a long time. It was difficult to remember what had even set this entire event into motion, but he gladly accepted every chance he got to experience these pleasures in life. He lay there, taking it in, one second at a time.
It was as if he was watching the whole thing happen from across the room. There they were, lying in the bed completely unclothed; open to the world around them. What was he doing? He had begun to take Luke's head into his arm, pulling him closer to his own chest. As he did, Luke squeezed him closer. It was a beautiful sight to be seeing. Wrapping his arm around the guy's neck, he gently cupped his chin in his hand, lifting him up so that their lips were as close together as they could be without kissing. He could feel Luke's breath, warm against his own face. Being ever so careful, so they would not touch lips, he smiled.
Taking in a deep, warm breath from the man in front of him, he held it in. Holding in this breath, he made a smooth, controlled movement with his arm. Not even a flinch to be witnessed at all. Only a slight groan, as Luke's face looked immediately away from his own. Of course there were those awful sounds from the position of Luke's delicate neck, but he couldn't hear them through his own ecstasy. One tear began its journey; down the side of his nose, holding on for only a second, before resting on the pillow below.
This was the moment, that moment between what he thought of as reality and what is thought of as imaginary. A time that would leave so many questions left unanswered. Things would change forever. It mattered not what the world would think; only those thoughts which came from within him could begin to conceive of making sense of what was to follow. The finality of it all was too much too bare. The silence that came over the room was all too calming for his senses to comprehend. Why was this so familiar? Could he have possibly done this before? He would make a note of it in his journal tomorrow.
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JUST RANDOM THOUGHTS
---------------------------------------------------------
Surrounded by many, yet lonely as never before.
---------------------------------------------------------
How can it be,
That you can hold a piece of my heart?
How can it be,
That I allowed you that?
How can it be,
That I let go of something so dear to my soul?