Vohne lay beside her, in silence… Watching Cibel’s curves licked by the dim candle light, he hesitated. Why do you keep your distance, Love? She rolled over, offering herself, her pale skin contrasting on the black silky linen. “Poor wounded dove” he thought to himself. As if she was reading his very mind, she…… Continue reading First night together…
Via today’s daily prompt: Loophole Of course, there was a loophole in our story. The difference between us being, I didn’t care, while it drove you crazy…
Yes it is, said Vohne, because it doesn’t please you doesn’t mean it isn’t fair. Cibel looked at the horizon in silence.
You held me in parenthesis, close to your pun, just a comma away from your heart, though you wouldn’t admit it. Punctuating the most perfect evening, you hyphenated our lips I saw asterisks, and knew right away, This was love… Period.
“Serai vent, serai brouillard, serai tempête, serai cafard…” “C’est vrai”, acquiesça t-elle naïvement Et au son de sa voix de tonnerre elle alla, gambadant valser entre ses éclairs
Not one day after that, did my heart not beat every beat for you. It still does to this day, constant reminder of my loss.
I wonder if I would also discover my innate knowledge of how to fly a plane, given a strong enough earthquake….