Lost Love Lust

Categories: Lust.

• styrofoam & palms.

  Her eyes slowly fade of exhaustion. The white lines of the mid-road turn to curves of illusion.
  Destination? Las Vegas, baby. A need for cool-down atmosphere.
  The events back “home” are out of hand, perhaps lethal.
  This vacation will suit her, the elite will breath, and perhaps her impertinent mistake will be looked over.
  Several vulgar words seep, as [...]

• grotesque & high priority.

  Track 03 of Mozart’s Greatest Hits plays as she melts her pain into the canvas.
  A sense of completion grows as realization of the events occurred sink in, many years and hours of planning have come to an end, it is done, bids signed, blasphemous inquiry due to further rendering will cease.
  Petting her freshly cut hair, a small smile creeps [...]

• splashes & splurs

  Changing gears in her Audi A5, she can see how the wind hits the sleek lines of the hood, just another day in the life.
  Her victims dental record will be floating in the Pacific Ocean in approximately half an hour, perhaps to wash up to shore in about 20 years, looking like a beautifully formed [...]

• fluttering & grasping.

  Her fist hits so hard his teeth fly, blood dancing a sweet dance among numerous air particles.
  The punching bag no longer a challenge, she bites her lips of excitement, the release of rage is incredible.
  She wants it to end classic and raw, the area around her knuckles numb, she tightens her grip around his neck, [...]