tear her apart
Move or don’t. Both are nervous. They used to date but it didn’t go deep. It was more of a physical thing, fuck toys for the summer. They called an end to it as the feelings got messy. It was supposed to be a fling, or whatever they call it. Feelings were never to be a part of the deal.
It’s been a while since they’ve seen each other and now they’re meeting as friends. No sex, no emotions, just friends being friends. It’s the border that was drawn although not verbally spoken. They play like kids but get quite physical. They touch in places that friends don’t touch. Along her neck, down his chest. The small of her back, the edge of his waist. Audacity grows and they move in closer. The sex was great, mind blowing great. They both want it bad but aren’t sure of the other.
sunrise to sunrise
After work drinks and late night hang outs.Driving around town looking for places with a view.Sitting by the river and talking about nothing.The nights were the time when it was time to hang out.The sun went down and house duties were on hold.Dinner or a movie or just a walk in the park?Being tired at work all seemed worth it.A nap on the train should fix all of that.The morning comes and the telephone rings.“Let’s hang out today” is the statement he makes.Could this be something? Relationship progress?Hanging out in the day? When do you meet his mother?
Feliz Navidad
Merry Christmas guys and hope you have a great NYE party and/or NYD.
Obviously I haven’t posted in a while but due to obvious reasons. Lots of parties, lots of eating, no motivation.
Be safe over the holidays and I will see you all in 2009.
the heart won’t wait
The doors are locked and the curtains closed.You’re both alone and the night is yours.Your fingers lock and bodies clench.The smile he wears is worth a million.Your tickled heart drops to your stomach.You lie back and laugh, the breaths are short.Goosebumps rise as fingers trace.Deep desire fuels desperate lust.You will be his and he will be yours.Satisfaction creeps closer and your mind prepares.Anticipation grows as the wait nears end.Is this act of impulse or a destined mistake?
the man’s not listening
After everything that’s happened, he still finds it hard to cry. He’s broken her down and reduced her to nothing. His selfish actions and careless words do damage to emotions that can’t be repaired. He’s a weapon of lust that destroys hearts at random. Reckless wants versus selfish needs. He has no regrets, no remorse or compassion. He feels empowered when he conquers women. Get involved with him and you will get burnt. He’s handsome and smart and knows how to woo women. But what they say is true, you should be careful. If you can contain your desire, avoid him completely. He’s a heartless bastard and you were his toy.
procrastination
Sunday morning and he’s a fucking mess.
He’s half unconscious and slurring words.
His head is buried in the pillow and his eyes shut tight.
Half face covered. Right cheek, right eye.
He pretends to sleep as she wonders around the room.
Picking up clothes and folding them nicely.
Throwing rubbish in the bin as the music plays softly.
She glances over her shoulder to check his status.
He’s dead to the world but knows she’s there.
She gets distracted, she can’t help but stare.
She lifts up the blanket and crawls into bed.
She lies on her side, facing him forward.
She has 100 other things that she could be doing.
All of which are more urgent.
All of which need attention.
All of this can wait because her priorities change.
The most important thing to her, is to lie next to him and sleep.
black tie event
I enjoy attending formal events, drinking too much and making a mess of myself. This includes wedding receptions, galas, award ceremonies, business lunches, religious gatherings and dinner with the family(s)
Marketing 101
Product placement at its finest. You realize the hotels only park the nice cars out the front?
I’ve been spending a lot of time in queues recently. Mainly because I’m really getting into visiting the post office to pay fines. The amount of junk shit that they display on the shelfs that you line up next to is ridiculous. The lady behind me was with her daughter and picking up every fucking item available and looking at it to see if she should buy it. She even thought of buying things for other people do. The recipient would never use it but hey, it’s the thought that counts. She went in to send a letter to a friend overseas, she walked out with a 2009 diary, a pen with someone’s name on it, 3 permanent markers, an alarm clock and a bookmark. The real reason the world economies are slowing down has nothing to do with the US subprime lending market collapse, corporate takeovers and credit fraud. The real reason is because people are realizing that most of the shit they buy are just bad fucking decisions.
manners mean everything
Open the curtains, let the light in.
You stand there staring, the bed in a mess.
Your body’s exhausted, the work was worth it.
The night that passed flash backs in your head.
Her dark hazel eyes that fuelled her lust.
Her blood red nails that scraped marks in your back.
Your power filled fists that pulled her hair violently.
Something to brag, but don’t say a word.
She danced around in your shirt, she looked so good.
The ultimate compliment, she sprayed your shirt with your scent.
She buried her face and breathed in your cologne.
She closed her eyes and lets out a mmmmmm.
She left a hand written note that lies on a pillow
Her name and her number in thin black ink.
Was she a disposable pleasure or dangerous liaison?
Explicit encounter or a well kept secret?
You have no plans for the night and consider your options.
A night in alone or do you want someone there?
The note in your left hand, your phone in the right.
Dial in her number and try your luck.
She could be yours, just ask nicely.
.mp3
The clicks from the train tracks make their way into the carriage but the sound is not enough for it to penetrate her earphones. Her playlist continues as she sits between her fellow commutes, one being a man that has overdone it on deodorant and the other being her handbag. The rest of the carriage uncomfortably listen to the treble of her music.
The train arrives at her station and selected passengers alight, her included. As the doors of the train slide open there’s a gauntlet that has to be run. She pushes through the crowd like a post Christmas sale and the masses rush the stairs as if a monster is approaching. Others rushing for the train use their quick thinking logic and defy the laws of physics by taking the stairs that read “No Way Out”. Somehow going against the traffic results in their unfortunate disappointment.
People withdraw their tickets as they anticipate the gates and continue to pretend a monster is in pursuit. Some consumers in the shop dig through their hangbags as they talk loudly on their phones. They need to find their purse so they can then find their money. Instead of having accepted currency ready, they react to their surprise when the shopkeeper informs them of how much the product is going to cost them. They choose to pay with credit although it only costs $10. Maybe they thought that the product was for free?
As she continues on her journey and exits from the station she has a spring in her step as her favourite song plays through her little white earbuds. Her friends call her name but their voices go unnoticed, ignored and drowned out by the basslines in her ears.
She makes it to the crossing as she checks her phone messages. A car from up the street approaches brandishing P plates on the front. The driver has a heavy right foot and some would like to say he’s differently physically in other places too.
She laughs out loud as the reads the text her friend sent her as her foot leaves the curb and makes its way onto the road. The poor little thing doesn’t see the car coming and her music filled ears don’t hear it coming either. The driver of the car can’t seem to brake in time and her fragile little body connects with the front bumper. She rolls onto the bonnet and then cracks the glass windscreen. She rolls onto the road and lies there motionless and bleeding. The driver gets out of the car to check on her condition. He puts his fingers to her next and puts his ear against her chest. “Are you ok?” he yells, as he shakes her back and forth. You’re gonna have to speak a little louder than that, she’s got her earphones in her ears.
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