June 2011
78 posts
“Eyelashes. That’s all I’ve ever loved. His are the best. I could watch them dance all night long. That’s why I love him.”
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Poetry, Prose & Artwork: Prose - Sultry Sex Kitten →
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She always seemed to have a laugh on her lips when she was touching him, it bubbled beneath the surface and appeared in a mischievous smile. She adopted another persona, the sultry sex kitten. And for the act that it was, she knew what she was doing with every glance, every touch, as his body…
Poetry, Prose & Artwork: Prose - Obvious →
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Everyone knew without her saying a word. They could tell by the way her eyes followed him across a room, how her lips twitched in the briefest glimpse of a smile when his name was mentioned, how they skirted each other in public. His wry smile at the mere suggestion, a raised eyebrow in silent…
“Photographed images do not seem to be statements about the world so much as pieces of it, miniatures of reality that anyone can make or acquire.”
—From On Photography by Susan Sontag (via billyjane)
Don't Blink
If I had kept my eyes closed,
I would have believed
his lips were honey glazed,
and he had his tongue,
with Pop-rocks, laced.
Because when we kissed,
I felt fizzy sensations
in my mouth; in my heart,
sending little explosions.
