Wait for meWait for me2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You pulled my body to yours
Your lips taste like June
And your skin like summer rain
Wait for me,and I'll come-soon.
I want to know your dreams.
The ones on the inside of your eyelids
Those wrapped into the smell of my lashes
And the purple dust I'll always need.
I live for the touch of your fingers.
Then,our bodies start to burn.
I need you close,so close.
Wait for me,and I'll return.
Don't let the snow take our love.
Without your love,there is no me.
Cause I have no ordinary lucks.
And I have no ordinary sins.
You should know I'll always be there.
We left marks on each other's skin.
For us,there is no end.
I'll stand beside you when you leave.
SadismSadism4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The sky had just begun to fade into a rich pink when Miliani made it to the warehouse district in Paris. For the past week preceding the full moon, she had watched this place and was satisfied to find that it was completely abandoned, not a soul approaching the dilapidated buildings the entire time.
After taking one last glance around, she slipped inside the large steel door of the building farthest away from the hustle and bustle of the city streets, confident that she would not be bothered tonight.
The scent of age and dust hit her like a sledgehammer as she turned to inspect the area, and a hand instinctively flew to cover her sensitive nose and mouth. She took a few steps over the large and open floor, gazing over to the far wall where some long-dead machinery sat nestled in a line. The sun sinking in the sky made it difficult to see; the ever-weakening light filtering in through windows set high in the walls cast large shadows over more than half of the warehouse's interior, lendi