Lost Love Lust

Categories: Lust.

• acquaintance of an asshole.

  She stood on his every word.
  His lips made her a slave to his desire.
  So devious, so confident, and so daring.
  The position was hers. Never did she fall into the category of desiring until she met him.
  A mind fuck all around, he took her strength and played with it like clay in a sculptors palm.
  Her patience [...]

• absence & presence.

  An excerpt from the journal of Lust:
  You know dear friend, sometimes, I consider myself to be a complex person, perhaps even remotely interesting, and then I remember, well, this is only one part of me. Am I not but so many different types of me? And if so, should it be named hypocritical? Or even [...]

• honesty & cheap cigars.

  The wind brings her to almost suffocate.
  She asks him to drop her off in front of the Venetian, she will need to stop by there
  to grab her check, and then they can proceed to her place.

  Not does he know she is not local.
  She pulls the hood from her jacket over her hair, which still smells [...]

• baby pain.

  The coffee steams intricate patterns into the air flowing designs.
  Encountering easy access exits, plans beset their origins and wanderous craftery is settled comfortably in the main area of the right cortex.
  Looking into the eyes of the clerk, her thoughts speak:
  “I can see your blood splattered all over the wall behind you. Perhaps even your fingers set in
  cute patterns.. so [...]