“Ahhhh!” she screams out in horror as his head rises slow from between her thighs. “No biting!” she screams out again with a tug at his hair. “Geez. Alright. Just calm down,” he teases with a flick of his tongue as she consoles herself. Read more
He always knew that her happiest day would be that fated day when she would die. Now she’s dead. Obviously, he’s not happy, but he is on some level since he knows that all she ever wanted was to no longer be alive. And so, if part with her physically he must, with happiness and goodness, he will and at the very least, selfishly keep her alive by using her physical remains to nourish the garden she tended to every single day, in the long shadow of his envy. Read more
Time as the bridge that separates
two lovers who bate and stagnate,
when they fail to understand what differentiates,
an untrue love from listless hate.