Droplets from the Inkwell

Twitter Scribbles: Sunday, 20 January 2013

We sat together on the bench, watching the sunset. I felt his hand on my knee and I covered it with my own. We sat there as the light faded.

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He gripped my hand tightly. My muscles burned as I slowly worked to pull him up to the edge of the wall I lay on. Sweat poured from my face.

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His lips pursed as he pressed them into mine. The soft pressure was a delight to me and I returned his kiss, my own desire building.

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He cradled the back of my neck with his hands as he leaned in. I could smell the faint aroma of his aftershave as his face drew closer.

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A figure crept along the dirt road, passing from shadow to shadow. They adeptly avoided the meager light cast by the evenly spaced lamps.

JarredH

Give me pen and paper and I shall create entire worlds and fill them with adventures.