...They had gone for drinks. Then dancing. Then kissing. Then that night as he lay on her brothers spare couch, too drunk to drive, she kissed him goodnight. He wanted more and she wanted nothing more than to have it.
...
Two days later they were in a sweet little tent of sheets. Two days after that they were there again. And again for a week. She swore the air was foggy, the way his big hands and even bigger arms made her feel was like something out of her deepest longings. They took off each others glasses and looked into each others blurry eyes, her hair was curling in that wet air, her cheeks were red and he was falling quickly down her caverns. He kissed her face until the sun came up and then willed it to go back down. But she had other things to do.

Eugene had schemes and dreams for Davina, he wanted to take her far away and make her happy. He could too and she knew it. Terrified, she ran away swift and quick. She was in such danger of being content with the heart of someone else. He barely saw her go.

The air wasn't wet anymore, her waist was lonely without his fingerprints. But her eyes were dry and strong her thighs.

She burned the cabin down, left him with her lavender lace and took back her blurry eyes.

It's like an addiction
that keeps on recurring
once you've left
you just keep on returning

Wired veins,
Electric shame,
Programmed,
So I don't feel pain.
Created to act,
Like I'm intact,
But really, I'm wrecked.
Artificially
Intelligent,
Never to be sentient.
Master, tell me,
What is love?
And all the things,
It consists of.
Boundless knowledge,
But I'll never know,
How it feels to function,
Like the humans do.

-SLuR

Devastation.
Dying dreams;
Dad's drunk daily
Down, devouring dry dirt.
Disappointing, dumb daughter
Drawing dark, depressing depictions.
Dewy, damp domes drowning
Damaged, dislocated desires.
Death diet; desperate destruction.
Domestic *******,
Disgustingly digging- dividing
Dysfunctional demons.
Dying determination.

-SLuR

His smile is enthralling,
It fills my heart with longing
And the insects that crawl
In my intestinal lining
Start flying,
Incessantly flapping wings.
My face turns flushed by the rush my blood brings.
He's so interesting, innately caring
He loves animals and nature, it seems.
Mender of trees, hands always busy
Being amazing is his specialty.
I bet his voice is smooth and deep,
The way it sounds in my dreams
When he's gently holding me,
Whispering the sweetest things.
Rough hands pressed against my soft body
Caressing my flaws as I hear his heart sing
A song that's so pleasing- so serene,
I can hear it ringing from
One thousand, far miles away.
I just want to see his smiling face.

-SLuR