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With the wink of an eye and a flick of your flame, another Marlboro finds its way from your pocket to my lips. Breathing and burning, smokesighs of relief-- I am too far gone to remember your name.      But the warmth fills and soothes with every intake of breath. Have another shot--or two...from who? Well now I am ready to take a shot at you, Cute Boy--also known as Law Student From Argentina--and although a small something-someone begins to question me, voices just drown in the buzz towards the back of my mind...where everything sinks. sinks. is siiinnnnking. I feel the full force and am loving the fall. So instead of worrying myself over the (now incoherent) blare of your accented voice spilling questions to my ear...                                                  (*Flash another stupid smile, giggle just                                                    a little louder.                                                    It's too late now for the answers to matter*.) I let my head turn over 'til our noses touch. I brush too close, you're warm and dark... And I've already    given            up. "I admire you." --your words that stick out. The last I remember of--oh, hey now... (a darkly pleased smile currrrls upon my face):      Let your hands hold me steady at the small of my back while I lean, a little sloppy, into fresh new lips and learn your strange kiss. Somewhere along the way my fingers comb through your hair...it's almost automatic, the way I move; and I feel the same overwhelming loss of control. The only difference is that I don't know you. Nevertheless, in the next few breaths your lips look to my neck in a soft caress...but for only a moment.      Because perhaps that's when my sister at last pulls me away; oh, she takes such good care of me. I almost forgot just how much I have missed her...ah. only in passing. because--      For tonight, my dear, I am far more concerned with guiding my tongue back to yours. (So I do.) And darling, that lovely bottom lip--you just might find it caught in my ravenous bite. (Gentle, now.) These teeth will make you mine. Oh, now if only we were somewhere else, I'd let you-- twenty-nine? oh. "eighteen? wow," (and that was a lie...) I guess, I guess this should feel wrong? but still my smile remains for a while...      and so do you.
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May 5, 2011
May 5, 2011 at 4:51 PM UTC
natalie-bean
I Had a Better Title For This, But I Thought of it As I Was Falling Asleep
With the wink of an eye and a flick of your flame, another Marlboro finds its way from your pocket to my lips. Breathing and burning, smokesighs of relief-- I am too far gone to remember your name.      But the warmth fills and soothes with every intake of breath. Have another shot--or two...from who? Well now I am ready to take a shot at you, Cute Boy--also known as Law Student From Argentina--and although a small something-someone begins to question me, voices just drown in the buzz towards the back of my mind...where everything sinks. sinks. is siiinnnnking. I feel the full force and am loving the fall. So instead of worrying myself over the (now incoherent) blare of your accented voice spilling questions to my ear...                                                  (*Flash another stupid smile, giggle just                                                    a little louder.                                                    It's too late now for the answers to matter*.) I let my head turn over 'til our noses touch. I brush too close, you're warm and dark... And I've already    given            up. "I admire you." --your words that stick out. The last I remember of--oh, hey now... (a darkly pleased smile currrrls upon my face):      Let your hands hold me steady at the small of my back while I lean, a little sloppy, into fresh new lips and learn your strange kiss. Somewhere along the way my fingers comb through your hair...it's almost automatic, the way I move; and I feel the same overwhelming loss of control. The only difference is that I don't know you. Nevertheless, in the next few breaths your lips look to my neck in a soft caress...but for only a moment.      Because perhaps that's when my sister at last pulls me away; oh, she takes such good care of me. I almost forgot just how much I have missed her...ah. only in passing. because--      For tonight, my dear, I am far more concerned with guiding my tongue back to yours. (So I do.) And darling, that lovely bottom lip--you just might find it caught in my ravenous bite. (Gentle, now.) These teeth will make you mine. Oh, now if only we were somewhere else, I'd let you-- twenty-nine? oh. "eighteen? wow," (and that was a lie...) I guess, I guess this should feel wrong? but still my smile remains for a while...      and so do you.
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