And in a nanosecond she was pushing me up against the wall, her mouth on mine, her tongue searching, probing.
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Fiction stories and poems by the Gaysi to be read by all.
The beloved always leaves, James had told you. So when you learnt to love, you should have learnt to grieve, my love.
I had reached to turn off the shower and felt burdened. I had no idea or hunch of when we would meet again but I knew it wouldn’t happen standing naked in the bathroom. It could only come in its own time. I knew from experience that all I could do was relax and stay receptive.
Later that night I dropped by her cubicle, to hand in my research. She was beyond doubt, the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. And it didn’t stop there.
She was the sporty kind who drove a red and black Hero Honda and and was always in T's and jeans with a new pair of sneakers she had picked up in Dubai or Bangkok.
I approached her with unsteady legs and a quivering smile. I am surprised that she doesn’t recognize me. What better way than to be strangers to reconcile! She told me that she works as a nude performer in the galleries of NY.
Broken hopes, unkept promises Expanding void and the fall This Is what I am left of you
the storm erupts in blue flashes and giant drums I fear that you are out there in it
i was drowning you rescued me. i had forgotten what it was to laugh that deep heartfelt laugh you reminded me.
she rides beside me in the dark
I've been dazzled by your morning smile
I turned over and you felt my body all over yours. And I began softly kissing your right shoulder and your neck. I can still feel that tingle of warmth and hunger.
I always associate her with rain water. She has that effect on me.
When the alarm goes off - my body moves of it's own accord towards the centre of the bed, towards you.