just wanted to write something...and nothing at all
Possum Kingdom -The Toadies
He holds out his hand. So tempting. So inviting. So dangerous. Like the smile glinting in the porch light. He's never been safe but always a weakness. You take his hand. One touch, skin to skin, you float away from reality. Floating over the steps, across the grass. You are his and you know it. Irrevocable and inescapable like the waters dancing back and forth to the pull of the moon hanging so full in the skies above you. The silver glow highlights his long lean figure just two steps ahead of you. Such a pretty halo for the devil, you think. He glances back at you, flashing teeth and temptation and sin. Your path is set. Life as you know it over. And you sink into his embrace.
U Must Be - Gina Rene
He slid into my life like a spring breeze, slightly chilly but sweet and refreshing. His laugh, his smile, his patience lifted me from the depths of despair. I discovered why the poets wrote about love and singers sang about joy.
Before him, love and joy and men did not meet. Not for me.
"You're such a pessimist, luv." His voice slipped through the phone and curled around my heart.
"A realist." I laughed. He laughed back.
"Keep your delusion." A sigh. " I miss you, baby."
"Of course you do. Because I'm awesome like that."
His chuckle was my reward for (faked) confidence. "Preaching to the choir."
Lullaby - Shawn Mullins
His still face masked hours, days, years of hurt. The party continued around him but he felt none of the joy, not of the thrill of champagne bubbles and canapes. In his mind, he saw the dim club on Farifax with its ratty booths and beat-up stage. He smelled the cologne of the pretty boy he met there the other night. The boy with lips bowed for sin and a body built for pleasure. The feel of lean muscles pressed against his own remained imprinted on his skin, beneath clothes, after three days.
He attempted a smile at the blonde girl cozying up to him. Pretending to be interested in him even when he had nothing to say. With less champagne fizzing through her head, she would've seen the razors behind the pearly teeth and cherry lips. But she would not have seen the memories of a pretty boy who was everything he wanted.
What I Got - Sublime
I kicked off my flip flops and plopped into the nearest chair. "What's up?"
He glanced over at me, cigarette dangling from his lips. "The sky."
Resisting the urge to take the cigarette from him and taste the nicotine on his lips, I rolled my eyes. "Lame."
"Heard that before." He slouched a little lower in the creaky rocker. Mosquitoes buzzed through the air. He lazily swatted at one on his arm.
Stripper Friends - Tila Tequila
She laced up the knee high boots. Adjusted the straps of her garter belt. Straightened the line of her thigh highs. The music pulsed and throbbed in the club. For her. Just for her. All the other people were just the audience for her and her lover. She slunk out onto the stage, hips twisting, arms lifting. Dark hair slid over bare skin. Sweat slowly beaded as she moved to the music, the pulse thrumming through her body. Not breathing would be easier than not dancing. The money was a side benefit. She leaned over and let someone stuff a bill in her cleavage.
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