Pink Ribbons“I hate wearing dresses..”Emily sighed, as she glanced into the mirror at her repulsive reflection. Arms hung limply at her side Emily took in the sight she wished would change before her eyes. Her figure was much to be desired, the dress fell to about knee length and hugged her curves, but all that was really perceived was the curve of her stomach, and how her thighs jiggled as she walked to the mirror. Her arms were lined with pink ribbons of scar tissue, remnants of a past she only wished she could forget. That was another reason she hated dresses: they showed too much of her, she was exposed, there was nothing to hide under, nothing to hide the movement of her body, nothing to hide her shame, and nothing to hide her scars. Moments like these left her disenchanted and miserable in her own skin. With teary eyes and a withered soul she looked out to her mother for approval, exhaling a deep sigh pointing her toes inward, eyes darting from her mother back to the grou
LustThe worlds fall from you lips like velvet.Succulent delicate.They hold with in them lies, but such lovely lies.Lies I would love to hear for the rest of my forevers.And I would look in those dark brown eyes, and wonder where your innocence went.Was it stolen from you, by a thief in the night.Or did you give it away, in a lustful plight?
Blue Flame Her eyes the flickered to life in the mornings that I so blissfully laid next to her. Those blue eyes, there was a flame in life in those eyes, not cool and soothing like most blue eyes I have looked into. This woman was so full of fire, so full of passion. The eyes, her eyes really were a window to her soul. Blue flame eyes were framed beautifully by blonde hair, it shined bright in the morning sun light and meshed so masterfully against her pale skin. She was perfect. That is all I really knew. I just wanted to touch her, run my fingers over the soft skin of her chest, and watch the chill bumps rise, she would wiggle a little and smile in her half awake state."You are an angel." I would whisper to her kissing her neck, then her cheek, and then to her lips. She would kiss back weakly. That was my favorite part about waking up next to my angel, she was soft, and warm, so innocent. Almost child-like in her actions of wrapping her arms around one of mine and pulling herself closer