Love
“Look at me…”
“Look at me…”
“Oh fer fucks sake why won’t you look at me?”
Furious he gives her back her the white cane, turns away, just in time to miss a solitary tear run down from her eye.
Lust
Like a dog marking its territory, canines bared and an evil glint in her eye, she sinks her teeth into his shoulder, bites in deep, a spurt of blood, a warm ruby, flood in her mouth. She leans back to inspect her handiwork.
“That should keep your shirt on for at least a week”
Longing
Amy Lee makes him cry.
Tracy Chapman makes him cry.
Tarja Turunen made him cry and Annete Olzen makes him cry.
So he now listens to Angela Gossow, but she turns him on.
Loss
Ok says he, hold on for a mo’, this might get uncomfortable, but it won’t hurt much, well not immediately anyway. He reaches in, deep, fiddles around a bit and then with a twist, wrenches it out.
Arm extended, fingers dripping, he hands her, her heart.
“Look at me…”
“Look at me…”
“Oh fer fucks sake why won’t you look at me?”
Furious he gives her back her the white cane, turns away, just in time to miss a solitary tear run down from her eye.
Lust
Like a dog marking its territory, canines bared and an evil glint in her eye, she sinks her teeth into his shoulder, bites in deep, a spurt of blood, a warm ruby, flood in her mouth. She leans back to inspect her handiwork.
“That should keep your shirt on for at least a week”
Longing
Amy Lee makes him cry.
Tracy Chapman makes him cry.
Tarja Turunen made him cry and Annete Olzen makes him cry.
So he now listens to Angela Gossow, but she turns him on.
Loss
Ok says he, hold on for a mo’, this might get uncomfortable, but it won’t hurt much, well not immediately anyway. He reaches in, deep, fiddles around a bit and then with a twist, wrenches it out.
Arm extended, fingers dripping, he hands her, her heart.
