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Monkey See - Monkey DoYou're a wild one - flying off coat tails and cracking nuts... neatly folding parachutes a grin from ear to ear.Monkey See - Monkey Do
You love your countdowns and your deadlines - throw that fish back when your belly is full.
You live for the moment - sorting your money into piles ...this one to keep ...this one to give and this one set aside for a rainy day.
You sit in the dark and hear the loudest when you capture the quiet - counting stars and granting wishes
that are always just one step away
from hea
by ~eqlrytes
Confidential"Peak? Can you meet me at the Coffee Shoppe in like 15 minutes?"Confidential
"Wha...? Huh...? Is this who I think it is? The woman who carries a torch for me?"
"Yeah...and she's totin' a Glock, too. Quit fucking around! You coming or not?"
"What's this about?"
"Just get here....Hurry up!"
"Now? It's late, Sev and I don't know if you noticed, but it's really dark out...and cold. I don't even want coffee. I want sleep."
"Just put on a jacket and get your lazy ass here, Peak! We need to talk."
"On second thought, I don't want to be seen in public with you, Sev. You so
by ~eqlrytes
IncognitoMust I remind you --Incognito
between these sheets rests your confidante
bones of a shoulder hot to the touch.
Your private pet to forewarn forever.
She's painstakingly fair spoken and split with indecision, but willing to return your yield. Threefold
A repertoire of reminders which you can rub together and induce...no later than 3:15 a.m.
by ~eqlrytes
EmbeddedInteresting ...your sense of playfulness - but I won't analyze it...not tonightEmbedded
except to say ...how odd that life likes to mix things up and hand us things that are still warm.
I knew you were temptation, but I liked the sounds you made and the way my mouth watered with the thought of kissing you
the way you had me gasping as you closed the door - letting me see your eyes and how they were completely blue.
Three tiny words were said to send up my disapprovals - to play with my emotions like a crazy com
by ~eqlrytes
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LonelyHe knew all the colors of lonely and its complex sound - rain that nobody wanted collecting in rusted buckets and the desperate creak of stairs moaning softly under slippers; the half cast light that cried under the door and stretched its cat bones to breaking and the blue phone that never stopped ringing like his aunt's tired voice; lilacs bursting through the porch in a litany of hope gone south and grey fingers taut and wiry running the length of curtains as if looking for time to bow and hang its head. And he felt them cLonely
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