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20 July - Original - Daydreams
Title: Daydreams
Day/Theme: July 20 – “too long at sea makes your eyes strange.”
Rating: PG
Summary: Inhaling does strange things to the mind.
His dreams seemed to sway from side to side, staring out of windows watching nothing but the fog which rolled and roiled in its wake, much like a bottle of milk shaken and stirred in its ghostly whiteness.
Connect and reconnecting all strains of conversations, filtering in and around his head. .fragments of disconnection, awareness of relativity that kissed his brow, and darkened his eyes with stars.
Her beauty stunned him into silence, and all that was left in his mind, was this resounder:
The realisation was, that all he was craving was mutual satisfaction, amongst the whispers of the wind, dark blue skies and cold crisp nights falling into the oblivion of bliss, he didn’t want the words of romance and love, not right now.
All he wanted was to dig his fingers into her spine and kiss her from the outside in, and mark his possession deep into her skin with ink and glass.
With that in mind, he made his plans.
Day/Theme: July 20 – “too long at sea makes your eyes strange.”
Rating: PG
Summary: Inhaling does strange things to the mind.
His dreams seemed to sway from side to side, staring out of windows watching nothing but the fog which rolled and roiled in its wake, much like a bottle of milk shaken and stirred in its ghostly whiteness.
Connect and reconnecting all strains of conversations, filtering in and around his head. .fragments of disconnection, awareness of relativity that kissed his brow, and darkened his eyes with stars.
Her beauty stunned him into silence, and all that was left in his mind, was this resounder:
The realisation was, that all he was craving was mutual satisfaction, amongst the whispers of the wind, dark blue skies and cold crisp nights falling into the oblivion of bliss, he didn’t want the words of romance and love, not right now.
All he wanted was to dig his fingers into her spine and kiss her from the outside in, and mark his possession deep into her skin with ink and glass.
With that in mind, he made his plans.