Your marionette.
Smooth silk on soft skin elegantly enunciating every inch of innuendo. The fire flickering and reflecting the roaring blaze, casting shadows in all the right places across her face. And in the dimly lit room deception is the game, suggestion the play of choice, and you are leading me along with invisible puppet strings, and I: resisting just enough to make things interesting.
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This collision may have been just enough to put me back on track. I've had breakfast for the second day in a row, and am strangely wishing I had a cat, because they are the only animals that i know of who can wholly appreciate the constant warm sunshine cast upon my pillows here. And my flatmates - let's just say leading by example is the only way to communicate with the ignorant deaf: a classification to which I belong. Also, on a side note, I'm starting to aphorize in realtime conversations, I don't think it's a step in the right direction.
posted by Anacryon at 12:41 PM
3 Comments:
I was blogging around and came to your site. I like the tone of your writting, its smooth and calming to the mind.
I appreciate the compliment. I've often heard that the best quality about my writing is the flow - f only I could maintain it while adhering to some kind of structure I might have something worth publishing.
Structure takes work and sweat, it is my least favorite part of writing.
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