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aliljaded 53F
23944 posts
12/29/2016 9:49 am
Mythology...
Mythology...
She holds her hair up with only two chopsticks and a bobby pin.
Think Atlas. Think shoulders.
When your sadness starts to feast,
she carries the light down from the
mountain and hands it to you,
tells you to set it on fire.
Think Prometheus. Think savior.
On Sunday, she steps out of the shower and you don’t think you’ve ever seen anything more beautiful than the way she walks towards you with a towel on her head, water clinging to her like there is
nowhere else it would rather be.
Think Aphrodite. Think sea foam.
You love her like mythology.
You love her like the impossible stories of Gods and monsters.
When she sings, think fairies.
Think mermaids. Think hymns.
She is the face of the river that
Narcissus fell in love with,
confusing hers for his own.
She is Medusa’s fury,
Athena’s strength,
Achelois’ healing.
You are kissing her in a crowded
restaurant and it feels like praying.
You are watching her instead of the
meteor shower
and you don’t even notice.

"Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.”
Dreamcatcher__ 87M
7021 posts
12/30/2016 9:13 am

 aliljaded replies on 12/30/2016 8:29 am:
Lovely....

Your posting and poignant photograph prompted the memory... you, in effect, guided my fingers as I wrote. I merely floated, carried along like a dry leaf in the current of a rushing stream of consciousness (perhaps like those in the photograph behind me... does your face float there as well?).


Dreamcatcher__ 87M
7021 posts
12/29/2016 6:04 pm

 She is a dream personified,
a memory preserved in amber.
How many times did I hold her,
breasts pressed against the glass,
legs widely parted in frenzied abandon
as she struggled to turn her face away
from the startled eyes gazing from below,
her lower lip imprisoned between clenched teeth,
as my shaft slowly, irresistibly,
pierced not only her vulnerable orifice,
but also the entrance to her soul.


aliljaded replies on 12/30/2016 5:29 am:
Lovely....

drmgirl622 68F  
26184 posts
12/29/2016 2:54 pm

 What visions that brings to mind....



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