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10 July - Original - The Spillage and Overflow.
Title: Spillage and Overflow
Day/Theme: 10 July - "You Begin to Gather Your Things".
Series: Original
Rating: M - MA
Summary: Gathering everything into her required dedication.
You are my imagination, thoughts and moments carefully extracted stowed away until times like these they rise unhindered again in the dark. There is not one part of you that isn't broken, that isn't warped, that isn't falling apart in the grand scheme, you are perfect - in your perfection.
You are quiet and unassuming and lie the length of me, looking deep into eyes that have no end, as if to understand is to seek, and to seek is to find that there is nothing but my reflection. You are my imagination, spun out of sugar and thunder-crack.. all those moments of knowing and realising there is alot more to catch up on and alot more to find.
It seems all the more personal when you wake me with sweet whispers of longing and grace. It seems more personal when you kiss the inside of my knee and lick the inner thigh, prostrated across the body mingling with sweat and strength. It is much more than you would ever think to place right now at this very second in time.
It seems more personal in every respect.
And you, you are everything that I am not.
It isn't the same in the daylight hours when harsh light appears through shuttered windows, for you are a smoke-dream made up of a million flecks of dust that float unheeding against rule and logic, so one decides what is the best way to do things?
Close eyes and sleep for those years that have yet to come - is it not a wonderful illusion, a grand idea or carry on as you do - closing off all intentional parts of you and becoming me.
Day/Theme: 10 July - "You Begin to Gather Your Things".
Series: Original
Rating: M - MA
Summary: Gathering everything into her required dedication.
You are my imagination, thoughts and moments carefully extracted stowed away until times like these they rise unhindered again in the dark. There is not one part of you that isn't broken, that isn't warped, that isn't falling apart in the grand scheme, you are perfect - in your perfection.
You are quiet and unassuming and lie the length of me, looking deep into eyes that have no end, as if to understand is to seek, and to seek is to find that there is nothing but my reflection. You are my imagination, spun out of sugar and thunder-crack.. all those moments of knowing and realising there is alot more to catch up on and alot more to find.
It seems all the more personal when you wake me with sweet whispers of longing and grace. It seems more personal when you kiss the inside of my knee and lick the inner thigh, prostrated across the body mingling with sweat and strength. It is much more than you would ever think to place right now at this very second in time.
It seems more personal in every respect.
And you, you are everything that I am not.
It isn't the same in the daylight hours when harsh light appears through shuttered windows, for you are a smoke-dream made up of a million flecks of dust that float unheeding against rule and logic, so one decides what is the best way to do things?
Close eyes and sleep for those years that have yet to come - is it not a wonderful illusion, a grand idea or carry on as you do - closing off all intentional parts of you and becoming me.