Thy Crimson Tears Make Me Thirst for More: part 4
Not a high class literature...
I haven't written anything for a long time, these are from my "archives". I've had some ideas, but I've never managed to write them down... Throw a word if you like...
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His hand caresses me from places I'd never have imagined him to. My body squirms under his hands; his eyes meet mine; they have battle written in them. I take the challenge. I close my eyes and I think about the summer, poppy meadows and the bees humming in the hot sunny day. The image goes away just as fast as it had come or even faster. My whole head is filled with black and red and twinkling stars. He kisses my skin and I just try to breath. He gives me final kiss straight to my lips. I stretch my hand to nightstand and get a bill for him. I whisper to his ear that he can keep the change. He smiles and takes the money. Five minutes later I am alone in the room, crying myself to sleep.
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Oh I wish I could be the man beside you. I wish I could be the one waking up beside you every morning. I wish it would be me kissing you in that picture. I wish I had chosen differently. I wonder if life would be different then.
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She shivers in my arms. The cold autumn breeze plays with her locks. The orange and red glowing sky is turning darker as the sun goes down. I feel her warmth in my hands; I feel it on my legs. She quivers and I press her closer to my chest, the woman of my life, my beloved, my only one. She whispers something, but the wind catches the words and I never hear what she says. Her breasts stop moving and the warmth escapes from her. The sky is coloured red as the sun takes her last dive below the horizon. I am cold, inside and out. I get up holding her tight in my arms and her blood drops on the dying grass from my hands.
I haven't written anything for a long time, these are from my "archives". I've had some ideas, but I've never managed to write them down... Throw a word if you like...
***
His hand caresses me from places I'd never have imagined him to. My body squirms under his hands; his eyes meet mine; they have battle written in them. I take the challenge. I close my eyes and I think about the summer, poppy meadows and the bees humming in the hot sunny day. The image goes away just as fast as it had come or even faster. My whole head is filled with black and red and twinkling stars. He kisses my skin and I just try to breath. He gives me final kiss straight to my lips. I stretch my hand to nightstand and get a bill for him. I whisper to his ear that he can keep the change. He smiles and takes the money. Five minutes later I am alone in the room, crying myself to sleep.
***
Oh I wish I could be the man beside you. I wish I could be the one waking up beside you every morning. I wish it would be me kissing you in that picture. I wish I had chosen differently. I wonder if life would be different then.
***
She shivers in my arms. The cold autumn breeze plays with her locks. The orange and red glowing sky is turning darker as the sun goes down. I feel her warmth in my hands; I feel it on my legs. She quivers and I press her closer to my chest, the woman of my life, my beloved, my only one. She whispers something, but the wind catches the words and I never hear what she says. Her breasts stop moving and the warmth escapes from her. The sky is coloured red as the sun takes her last dive below the horizon. I am cold, inside and out. I get up holding her tight in my arms and her blood drops on the dying grass from my hands.