unexpected places

[velvett]

are you tired? or just lost in thought?

to be honest, lost in thought....

that can be nice

you will think this is funny

try me

but i am thinking, when we get together we will be laughing more about how we know each other and how bad we are than anything else

you think?

yeah, adds an unusual dimension and twist on this romance

…and others would be

other thoughts?

yes, i like being in your head i like to listen to the breaths between your words

and what do they tell you

silences tell tales but the breaths they tell truths

ah, the gitano in you

i suppose

you know you are off and on in my thoughts during the day but you know, i need to sculpt you, to make you real, you are still just thoughts

hmmmmm

so you will grow more inside of me as i get to know you

 

[HappyScrappy]

How come you took off FreakShow and Supersizeme's AOL handles from this?

 

[big4life]

It does make sense. Thank you sweetie.

 

[velvett]

anytime biggie...

 

[Jimsbbc]

LOL at HS

 

[velvett]

Lovers walked hand in hand feeling full and alive with deep genuine smiles broadcasting their delight. Today, a bright, brisk, cold and dry winter early afternoon, a weekday, normally a day for studious work softened by this playful encounter.

Their hands met dressed in leather, his brown and hers gray, they had fit perfectly together with or without fingers entwined. Something familiar there in their similar gaits and unspoken desires they walked the Upper East Side streets with loosely planned destinations. Conversation had been easy yet not plentiful as there was more said between the words, knowing smiles and enveloping silences.

He asked her of her intentions and or plans and she replied vaguely singing about the joy of the moment verses that the heaviness of the outcome. He really wanted to know how long she had planned to stay and if he were to be a passing curiosity or temporary amusement for her convenient diversion. She wanted him to be happy and free, she wanted him not to think but to feel and react to her warmth and kindness. He felt he knew of her desires but he just wanted to make sure but he also did not want to look away and bit his lip if she were to walk away, without ever looking back. She was just that kind of woman and he admired her because of it. He envied her freedom and life free of the complexities his life and choices had provided him.

 

[big4life]

Beautiful words and very fitting.

It looks and reads like your writing, is it?

 

[velvett]

Beautiful words and very fitting.

It looks and reads like your writing, is it?

yes. and that was the end of the story...and I did walk away.

so sometimes the experience becomes the gift...