Lost Love Lust

Tags: wit

• contrite.

  She puckered her lips and stood there.
  “Levator Labii Superiorus. Don’t tempt me, you know we’re on the clock.”
  She brushed her hand up against her gun and was reminded of the tasks at hand.
  The lights flickered as she watched his shadow disappear and reappear.
  He flowed as he worked, like a king in his throne, he was [...]

• 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 [...]

• not canada.

  Monday.
  - Buh-jee-zus is it just me or is it haling in Arizona?
  - Minimum wage can be awful. I wouldn’t know though.
  - I have not had hair this soft in perhaps, ever. That would be just a guess, perhaps.
  - I need a t-shirt that says “You are my next picasso.” Why? Just because.
  - It is funny [...]

• banal & dominance.

  A CD repeats as the distinct pattern to her high heels fill the tiles with resonance.
  Dear Lust, a bit of fun perhaps?
  Why yes dear, of course. Would be quite the pleasure.
  Introduce fierce look in the eye and the convincing innocence of kindness.
  Local sports bar of Kingman, the dark wood on the bar catches her eye.
  Contemplating [...]