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Ocean’s Love

The air is cool, the breeze kissing our skin as the waves fill our ears with a soothing lullaby. We take in the salty air around us, leaving all of our worries behind with every breath. Although the air is crisp, the space between us is anything but. Our bodies are inches from each other, but not quite touching; sparks of desire and lust fill the gap.

After several long moments, our eyes finally meet, and everything around us and inside us intensifies. His eyes–crystal blue, lightly speckled with grey and hints of green–appear as swirling galaxies filled with burning, passionate energy… and mine are emitting a lustful curiosity. Our eyes are locked, and the energy between us transforms from shy and reserved to eagerness and fantasy.

Our gaze breaks momentarily down to each other’s lips. And suddenly, the void between us is gone. Our lips meet with a fiery intensity, sending uncontrollable emotion throughout. Skin meets skin and heaven meets hell. What’s bad is good–what’s wrong is right. Inhibitions are lost as our bodies are one and time stands still.

As our eyes open, the blur around us comes back into focus, and we slowly pull away, taking in one last look. Just as fast as the moment lasted, we turn our focus back to the water, and we become strangers once again.

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Silent Emotions

It’s the dead of night. Wind howls its eerie song, thunder pierces the sky, and rain drops tap dance upon the roof. What once was a bright, roaring fire is nothing more than a few red coals. What’s left dimly lights the colonial style living room. A crystal glass lies on its side on the table; whiskey dribbles onto the hardwood floor, glistening ever so slightly from the fireplace. Mascara stained tears slowly roll over her cheeks–her gaze is focused on what lies within her mind. A heavy pit sits in her stomach as a picture frame lies on her lap, the glass shattered and bloody. The rain finally stops, and her empty gaze shifts back to the present situation. Her face is heavy with exhaustion. She gives a brief, uninterested glance at the mixture of blood, glass, and whiskey. A disheartened sigh escapes her mouth. The grandfather clock chimes twice, and silence follows.

The Phoenix

Something lives inside of her… A fiery longing for something more. A soul and body can only take so much heat. It grows and grows as she tries to conceal it, but it’s hard to tame the flames. The walls come crumbling down as ash clouds the air. All seems lost forever in this one person graveyard.

But there’s a stirring within. Amidst the burning coals, flames shoot high as she rises like a phoenix. Nothing is ever broken–only transformed.

The Calm After the Storm

The sky was dark with clouds overhead–the moon and stars nowhere to be found. A single candle sat in front of her as she gazed into the flame. Her mind emptied completely. Suddenly, wind tore through the air. The leaves of nearby trees rustled furiously; branches swayed back and forth. Her hair danced angrily around her pale face, ignoring the uproar around her. The grass tickled her skin, though she felt numb. Nothing could break her focus as she lost herself in the fire. The flame flickered aggressively. The wind grew faster. All of a sudden, the candle’s light went out at the blink of an eye. Darkness surrounded her. Life finally snapped back into her eyes as she peered around. She was alone. Anxiety began to swell—panic set in. She clawed at the ground trying to grab anything she could to remind herself that she was still there as her mind took her elsewhere. Just as she was about to crumble, she looked up. The clouds began to dissipate. Slowly, the stars twinkled one by one. The moon, full and large, peeked out. Her body calmed as a sense of hope washed over her. The calm after the storm fueled her. Then, out of the corner of her eye, she saw something—the flame danced once again.