Lost Love Lust

Tags: her

• twine & vine.

  A step of hers is half of his. Her palm fits snug into his work worn hands. Her lips touch amongst his as if molded for one and other. Mustn’t her thought sway, for in a moment, he is along her side. The complecture of amazonian goddesses, her hand intertwines his. Setting her hand on [...]

• epitome & tapioca.

  The smell of oriental rice fills the house. Her dress spins lightly across the kitchen, humming softly, she drops a trickle of salt into the pan. Her shirt is a 1970′s beauty. Colorful, light dances upon the silk pink of her cheeks. A smile is such a joy when it is accompanied with the thought [...]

• sniffles & perfection

  He remembers the sweet sound of her laugh, everything about her is so sweet, even when she does not speak she gives out an incredible energy for life, he misses it. He was never the kind to fall in love, to be completely crazy about a woman, but with her, it is different. She is [...]

• 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: [...]