over the past 13 years we have become a society steeped in fear; overshadowed by nebulous threat; and fed on hatred. we are told that there are those out to get us and that, because of that, it is okay to act with whatever malice we feel towards those who are different. we place blame and point fingers, being told it is okay to do so and to ignore our own contributions and faults. we are all guilty of some form of tacit acceptance of the way things are today, even if we are outspoken either to the good or the detriment - intelligently in our rhetoric, or blindly in our lashing out.
April 15, 2013
April 2, 2013
sometimes i write things
Strong, tanned fingers marched along pale cream curves to end their
journey in a dark ebony forest. There they tangled and caught, pulling
back the waves of silken hair to expose a soft expanse of porcelain
neck. Lips brushed along that expanse and moved in a slow beat down to
where neck met shoulder. There they leaped from the ledge of collarbone
to tease pert nipples with tooth and tongue. The fingers trailed across
salt white plains, edging ever closer to the lush jungle and its hidden
spring of pleasure.
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