Lost Love Lust

Tags: desire

• canvas.

  Destination: Art Gallery Gherillo Street Nr. 452
  Time: 8:30 p.m. 
  She walks in alone, tight black skirt, shortened, intentionally. Glasses, Hair-Pulled back. The rest is not of relevance.
  Before, she would have never entered this place, now her mission is to seduce, and seduce again.
  A man in a dark blue suit, likely Armani, blue eyes, looks at her [...]

• his & hers.

  Him: You’re kidding me right? You’re not actually going to buy that scarf, it has like a thousand colors.
  Her: Yeah well, you know I like crazy shit. Besides, it goes with like twenty outfits of mine.
  Him: Oh all right, you’ll be like my color bursting bag of skittles.
  (He messes up her hair lightly.)
  Her: OH look, now I [...]

• whom.

  Who are you my love? Whom I seek through none to find? Does your heart beat to my fondness?
  We drift as the wind upon untouched leaves, not to wonder in our fellowship, but in all else shall we find our true breath.
  You and I true, not a dream, but a happening of miracles, we rise.
  Close [...]

• whip.

  Her heart beats to the sound of her sensuality, wandering through this field of opportunity she hunts like a lion after its prey.
  She has mastered it, the one look into a mans eyes, the one gesture of complete seduction.
  Any man can be hers.
  The art of being a woman fascinates her, the very power she holds overwhelms her.
  The biggest gift [...]