desire....
HOLY SHIT I WROTE SOMETHING. o.o
Since it's a fragment, it's perfect for posting here.
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...the pressing of flesh on flesh, that tantalizes the senses, and ensnares the soul.
...what little of one I might have left.
I had crossed a line, here, in desiring him. I had signed my own death warrant, and had dug myself a grave.
I knew it, but I couldn’t stop it. Not even God could make me change my mind.
And I’d tried. God how I’d tried to stop wanting him. I never wanted to want him. And there was no way I could tell him. No way I’d ever do more than just want him.
...what was I thinking?! Wanting him was bad enough, wasn’t it? That in and of itself could get me buried in the desert with a bullet in my head. And that was if his brother decided to be benevolent about disposing of me.
Think about something else, Nicholas. Don’t think about the way he moves, so gentle and easy. Don’t think about what his skin would feel like; taste like. Don’t think about what he smells like, like life, like the planet after rainfall.
...think about something else...
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[originally posted here and here...]
-k.
[original posting date: 11.15.2003
Since it's a fragment, it's perfect for posting here.
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...the pressing of flesh on flesh, that tantalizes the senses, and ensnares the soul.
...what little of one I might have left.
I had crossed a line, here, in desiring him. I had signed my own death warrant, and had dug myself a grave.
I knew it, but I couldn’t stop it. Not even God could make me change my mind.
And I’d tried. God how I’d tried to stop wanting him. I never wanted to want him. And there was no way I could tell him. No way I’d ever do more than just want him.
...what was I thinking?! Wanting him was bad enough, wasn’t it? That in and of itself could get me buried in the desert with a bullet in my head. And that was if his brother decided to be benevolent about disposing of me.
Think about something else, Nicholas. Don’t think about the way he moves, so gentle and easy. Don’t think about what his skin would feel like; taste like. Don’t think about what he smells like, like life, like the planet after rainfall.
...think about something else...
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[originally posted here and here...]
-k.
[original posting date: 11.15.2003