Lost Love Lust

Tags: desire

• contrasted malice.

  The wind bristles through the softness of her eyelashes. 
  Is it life that inspires imagination, or imagination that inspires life?
  The uncommons were at fault for the many times they told fallace stories of redemption.
  As if white transferred to color, her desire rose again.
  Their hands melted into one and other.
  Death come to the one who declares that energy [...]

• six wheels & two lips.

  “What’s new Suzie Q?” as she picks up the lighter from the cup holder.
  “You know, I am probably not going to forget this little escapade my whole life.”
  “Hmm, you might not have that chance, dear sir.” as she winks at him.
  He pulls up his pants and exits the car.
  He seemed tired, and she did not [...]

• direction & affection.

  “Now you drive this car nicely ok? And watch the breaks because they are quite stiff.”
  “Are you some fucking nut job?”
  “Nut job? No…I just like watching others drive me around. You are going to drive me the rest of the way to Vegas, and no funny stuff yes? Because I wouldn’t want to piss me [...]

• blood & blow dryers.

  He lays there motionless, she wipes the vodka off her lips, adrenaline should be kicking, but surprisingly it seems quite steady.
  She poisoned him just enough so he could be helpless, yet able to feel it.
  His mouth spitting despicable words earlier, now cannot even attempt a breath.
  A bloody hair dryer set on the night stand, someone should have taught this [...]