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SilenceSilence hangs in the air. Overwhelming, unutterably loud silence. Silence so loud that it rings in my ears, reverberating through the air.Silence
You had caught me off my guard when you had walked in through that door. I did not think you would want to come within speaking distance of me, and here you were, at my house, just like old times.
We were the only people without wrinkles, so naturally we should want to spend time together. And my mind goes blank – I cannot think of an excuse not to. So I go along with it, hoping that there is something good on television so that we don’t have to make awkward conversation. &n
by ~curious-tina
My NameI wonder what it would be like to hear you speak my name. Just my name, nothing more. Just to speak would suffice, but I want to hear my name.My Name
Can you not feel my stare, tracking your every movement? Can you not feel my gaze, watching, marking what you do…
Sometimes I wonder how you can be so ignorant of how I feel for you. But then again, why should you trouble yourself to find out – I doubt that you know that I even exist.
I wish that your lips would part and out of your mouth would come my name. That alone would be some gesture of the acknowledgement that I crave. I would content myself with knowing t
by ~curious-tina
Our KissHe looked at me, and with a blush I looked away. I remember how once our eyes had met and for moments we just watched each other, saying nothing. There was no need to break the silence. For those few moments we understood each other, oh so perfectly. I was comfortable under your gaze.Our Kiss
He moved closer, close enough to smell. The aftershave that you used always made my heart race and take over what I would do and say, cunningly weaving itself into my thoughts. Even when you did not wear it, you still had this incredible scent that made me want to be near enough to you. I used to forget my jacket on purpose, just so I could steal yo
by ~curious-tina
Curled UpShe was curled up on his bed, cat like almost, her arms wrapping his jacket around her so that only her foot poked out from beneath. There was no doubt in his mind that she was asleep, as her body rose and fell with her even breathing.Curled Up
He watched her, his eyes absorbing her every movement – when she twitched, when she shook slightly, when she wriggled into a more comfortable position. He saw it all.
She had shivered, and he had given her the warm fleece. They had been talking. He had gone to get a drink. Then there she was, on his bed, the noise from the party drifting up from downstairs. She was fast asleep, deep in
by ~curious-tina
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- Current Residence: UK
- Interests: Other than writing? Drama, dance and being devious.
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