mbcaseyNorth Myrtle Beach, South Carolina USA16,449 posts
Your scent is like turpentine drying in the sun Your eyes glow like an ally cat's under a streetlamp Your touch is like an emery board on fingernails your taste is like green Kool-ade with a bologna sandwich.....
Hugz_n_Kissez: Of course it's you hands down Mark...BUT you're already taken so you don't count....You have one lucky lady....
Taken? I must be missing something - last time I heard Mark had foresworn love (for the time being while he healed himself or something along those lines?)?
BarrenPneuma: OK this was already posted here with my Love as the inspiration. There are no names so privacy is assured and it has already been posted so it is no secret.
Take one simple tear. Watching it pool delicately in the corner of her delightful sapphire orb, building like an ebb until it lunges out over her lashes like the pray from a waterfall in slow motion. It hangs precariously for a fraction of a second and drops into open space before shattering on her creamy cheek a thousand eons away. The fractions of liquid magnification create maps of the stars on her face enhancing the infinitesimal hues of her perfect skin, until they begin to be affected by gravity and gain their release from friction. As if through knowing or purpose they begin to move together gathering the droplets into a lustrous bead that once again begins its graceful decent. Leaving a glowing sheen as it washes down her face following curves so ephemeral highlighting the simplicities it encounters in greater detail than the finest art in the Lou-vre, or any private collection in existence. Wistfully it rises and falls through the contours that shade each chromatic change in her skin as it seeks to trace the most delicate lines that define her illustrious glory. Slowing as it nears the rise of her polished lips it deepens the faintest natural pink as it crests and resides for an instance or an eternity upon this dreamy landscape. The cushion of her exquisite pink lips suspending the diamond sphere, then it slides down into the heat of her pursed jeweled mouth, desperate for a lifetime in the comfort and security invoked by their promise. A shudder so slight from a smile that bursts forth like a fast forwarding of the most lush garden urges it onward and gently pries it loose from its perch to follow the traceries of yet another perfect lip, the only match in a lifetime of lifetimes to the one it crossed mere moments ago. Downward and inward back to the feathery softness of her chin, again following paths defined in the heavens it reaches the culmination of its reason d’être. Time slows to a near halt as the globe of light and sweetest salt begins extending outward beyond her being. As if knowing that it’s end is near it clings vainly against the assured. Stretching and deforming its celestial sphere into an elongation of its original form until only the slimmest portion yet has any handhold upon her purity. The saddest moment occurs as it is released to fall unseen and be forgotten. The only memory it leaves behind is the map of its journey, which in my heart and mind I could trace unerringly the rest of my days. I could easily write a book about each and every square inch of her physical body and reams upon reams to Shame the fabled collection of Alexandria about the intangibles she possesses to shame the myriad stars above. Each tome would assuredly be written in my soul and have the same favour and grace in my heart until the end of time.
Too late, Mark. You are now an offical thread-participator.
mbcasey: Your scent is like turpentine drying in the sun Your eyes glow like an ally cat's under a streetlamp Your touch is like an emery board on fingernails your taste is like green Kool-ade with a bologna sandwich..... How was that? Do I win?....
Ambrose2007: Taken? I must be missing something - last time I heard Mark had foresworn love (for the time being while he healed himself or something along those lines?)?
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Your eyes glow like an ally cat's under a streetlamp
Your touch is like an emery board on fingernails
your taste is like green Kool-ade with a bologna sandwich.....
How was that? Do I win?....