lover of mind

Their minds and bodies will succumb to the ultimate pastime. She knows he will be a tender lover, true and carefree yet dominant and protecting. Their minds are already there even though their bodies still delay. He has a library of books in his house – a man with a library like his couldn’t possibly do her any harm. It has been just under a month now, less than 4 whole solid days together but she knows him. She wants to be in the proximity of his penis, an alien penis she has thought about so often yet not pictured once. She is excited at the thought of him being like a father to her during intimacy. She has been yearning for a parental figure. He has so often thought of her and her inexperience. So young but as if she has lived a previous life. She has the frivolity and innocence he so longs for. He wants to corrupt her mind and keep it for himself. She can’t stop her soul responding to his voice, thus he cannot resist a woman who‘s soul responds in this way. She plans every moment leading up to the liaison. She begins unbuttoning her shirt in front of the bare mirror, with her lover on her ever ready mind.

If i brushed my teeth that morning (exaggerated version)

Obscenities and trash talk by unfulfilled, egotistical men, who I am certain are unloved by their respected partners.. or themselves.  YES, I have a face and a body. I happen to walk and talk. My heart pumps, my vagina bleeds. You’d of thought I was walking stark raving naked across the street ,with their “intercourse” eyes prowling all over me.

I wouldn’t of disagreed with their views that I was “a hot piece of ass” if

1.      I gave a damn about their opinion

2.      I believed it and wasn’t a feminist

3.      Id brushed my teeth that morning

shot my baby with a bang

 

something that was less than a week ago feels like months, my mind has lapsed. i seem to have forgotten you, but somehow think of you everyday. i dont know how long this torture will persist. love knows no bounds and it certainly didnt with us, for i cant live with you nor without.

he is his own worst enemy

On stranger tides, the enemy moving closer than he thought; creeping up like a shadow. Cannons fully loaded, barrels overflowing, set up and aimed. Fog and mist making the deed harder than it ought to be. The captain won’t hold back, when in his short history has he ever made a wrong step? A cock sure captain. The smell of gunpowder locked in his nostrils, his heart galvanising, the twitch of his soiled fingertips stimulating the fuse alight in his veins. Sweat beads dripping off his long hooky nose, his eyes squaring through the eyeglass. The smoggy weather so unpredictable and alive, the cardiac muscle has contracted the gunpowder in his blood stream.

 FIRE!  …

The weather caused no hesitation. He smiled to himself for the destruction was clear; he’d only known a life of destruction. The haze made it more of a challenge, a life without games and challenges was no life for him. Viewing the sea to admire his destruction, a queer feeling arose in the pit of his stomach, his eyes as large as if he’d been on opium. the captains heart numb, as if stabbed by tiny icicles; the ruin closer to home than he could ever of imagined. For the captain recognised the dainty baby blue hanky dancing in the hot wind.

Greek myth

Looking at a face in the mirror, a face barely known. The blood rushes to the surface, antagonising the skin; no reaction. Sallow and sunken. Dead pupils, the moonlight doesn’t even venture that close now; there was a time when it hit every depth. Once a narcissist, now a dead flower overwhelmed by carbon dioxide.

frosted glass

The taste of your soul still alive in my mouth.  

Strands of stray hairs on a dirty pillow case.

Open windows letting the cold air scorch cold stone colder. Stale memories lit only by your half eaten love.

Winter has come early.

current read

currently reading - the luminous life of Lilly Aphrodite .
waiting for it to kick start

previous read - the hundred year old man who climbed out of the window and disappeared.

anyone who likes a bit of fantasy and reality mixed together would love the hundred year old man. It is officially my favourite book to date.