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Sitting in my desk I hold my pen, work must be done___mid air I stop. Staring at my library's endless rows of ancient literature text books, nothing but the image of her tan skin runs through my mind, like a film in slow motion__her smooth tan skin, so soft...so gentle. The black raspberry vanilla scent of her hair intoxicates me__and I cherish it as long as it lasts.



My thoughts interrupted, suddenly__I have responsibilities. My life is conflicted by the deep unconditional love of my children__blond haired, fair skinned angels that run towards me for a good night story of ancient heroes and deities. Their smiles, erasing any thoughts I might have had.

They sat side by side on the green grass in the sunny afternoon near a secret spot he had taken her. The lake glittered, and she thought it was just perfect__like a dream. Side by side, admiring each other's expressions. It didn't go beyond that. He stroked a strand of her light caramel hair from her face. He enjoyed looking at her face bare, so sweet__he thought.



Both shared that forever in one minute glance where nothing and no one but them existed.



The moment ended. He kept serious, but his soul smiled__she could tell, his eyes sparkled despite his pretend.



"Men are so quick to blame the gods: They say we devise their misery. But they themselves--in their depravity-- design grief greater than griefs that fate assigns."--Zeus to the deathless gods; Homer, The Odyssey. She loved when he read to her. She loved his mind. His passion. It moved her__he kept on, she listened with the utmost attention. It was that sweet, that innocent. The hour was over, they both went their separate ways.

The ideals he retained were those imbued in him since boyhood. How could he deny them now? Now that it was too late. And yet, here he was at the mercy of this young girl who believed in everything he stood against. Who was everything he was taught to despise and diminish.

Pouring himself a glass of whiskey, he stared at the crystal bottle in contemplation__within a second the bottle shattered, whiskey dripping from the roughly textured wall.

I imagine him running his fingertips along my neckline. The mere thought sends a burst of electricity through my body, reaching its zenith point at the navel. I proceed to pour myself a glass of red wine. Legs spread apart, I sit wetting my lips___there, consumed by the darkness. I wait for him___a lover whose presence is always felt but never seen.

He is not very handsome, the age of the world on his shoulders. His intellect is analogous to that of the length of the universe. In my mind I fancy it very much. Though very far, as far as continents apart, it is a strange feeling I can't shake.

His grasp of a man's drink, for the elaborate taste of Laphroaig, after a day of grand success accordingly well deserved, makes me admire him even more. All of this and I know not why I am so drawn to him.

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KillAllAngels
23:09 Mar 05 2009

you don't know me - but that's me ha ha

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