Dream of the Same Cafe GirlThe moon hung from her neck, I could not stop, and I preceded to dream in expectations of her and me on a fury of love in the deepest humid heated deep seeded hotels in such a climate that makes the body stick together like glue. Where breathing is replaced by kissing, cigarettes are needed by the carton and liquor isn’t even needed to coax or seduce. The place does it by itself. So I would give out an invite if not quickly denied. But in my head the steam clogs the room with the lustfulness of seduction. Vibrant colors surround like an aura of ecstasy at midnight in firm embraces of love holding tight to each other. Yet dreams are dreams witDream of the Same Cafe Girl
Penelope's EyesHer eyes pierced me like a sword through tender flesh. They focused my attention into that deep brown abyss. I could not help but to stare vacantly and at ease into them. It was the way her face looked, it was the way her face felt. She was soft, gentle, soothing to the touch, and to the eyes. My senses were overwhelmed by her beauty that just poured right out of her. I was under her enchantment and I did not want to resist. Her lips so plump, calling, begging for a kiss. Her tongue a serpent strangling mine, giving it no chance for air. My hand on her hips and hers in my hair. She moved subtly, but with passion. She seduced me with her groovPenelope's Eyes
Innaguration of LoveThings had never been like this. We sat on the couch in complete silence, just letting the movie do the talking. My arm moved silently resting behind her, but with not enough gall to brush her skin. She grabbed my hand that was resting beside her and brought it to her shoulder. A certain electricity made my nerves jump in surprise. It was a signal to look into her eyes. It was a message to search in that green haven. She must have found what she was looking for as well, as our lips did meet and proceeded to introduce themselves~Innaguration of Love
Fools by Day, Lovers by NightA room with a view, and what a view it was. There was an open door where all the greedy bastards came and served us tea. We were quite arrogant that day shunning for tips of dimes and pennies alike. We knew no better and spent the day in the hotel filling our bellies with useless utilities that were far more expensive than they needed to be, but we were careless that day. That night we went dancing, and gilding on the soft marble floor, where we entertained each other for hours. And the band played on. The brass was quite loud and soothing to the smooth moves and grooves of her hips. The limo was dazzling and very impressive. We let the breezFools by Day, Lovers by Night
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