

Perspective on AdulteryWritten in fine print, etched into the lines of shadow, are words convicting the criminals. It shows in the hollow spot in her collar bone, the wrinkles of the sheets, the spit curl of hair curving under her ear. Her breathing is even and peaceful, the dark blue sheet draped over her body rising and falling with each breath. She has three freckles on her naked shoulder, pointing down towards the slope of her side, feeding into the curve of her waist. Instead of leaning to kiss the freckles, run my hands down the smooth lines of her frame, I want to push her hard off the bed. I want to see the shocked look of betrayal fPerspective on Adultery


A MetaphorLife is like an old grandfather clock. It ticks on continuously, relentlessly. The heavy pendulum swings decidedly back and forth, never pausing for thought, never stopping for a chance to blink, let alone think about picking up the pieces left piteously behind as everything is whisked onward. The loud sound of the chimes ring deep into the soul, ushering new changes and challenges, but still that steady yet insinuating beat hums languidly on.A Metaphor
Yet, once in a while, having lost the fresh and seamless gait it once had, the clock betrays the slightest faltering of the beat, just barely perceptible, before it marches on again, seemin
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I'm not tense. I'm just terribly, terribly alert.
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I'm not tense. I'm just terribly, terribly alert.
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Ellis Jane
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~For what, we ask, is life without a touch of Poetry in it?~
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~For what, we ask, is life without a touch of Poetry in it?~
Co-Administrator of the *Citizens-of-Ai
Administrator *The-Red-Envelope
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