Creative writing

flutter by me dancing in circles she rolls her eyes bites her lip gliding from our bed, she dances through each room making waves of love where ever she goes timeless she seems when in the end she is all that remains flutter by me dancing in circles

cold wet skin whitened eyes, look all most blue the gone smell, surrounds everything, as the breeze stops fire, red, painted, lip, hotel painted dark blue fingernails Red toenails Tiny devil tattoo top of both feet How clearly she shined on the black sand Like a painted log she was rolled around Cold winds blowing now, hurt comes easy

The human fragrance, lingers in the air. Sweat, urine, sex languishes in the nostrils. Erecting vivid imaginary in ones mind. All the bodies of them laid out on the floor of pine, glossed over. Reflections of distorted figures, magically interlocking in twisted motions.. He stands off in one corner looking at the masquerade orgy. A party fit for a king returning from his far off conquest, a hero. Night seems broken by illuminating lights in various shapes and sizes. Blocks of widow maker darkness approach Cum oh cum men of might and those of weak stature too. Leap between my thighs, for the land you seek is here, not far away, Seek the bedrock here in these darkened forests in the north. You see, I saw a calling and a calling is me.