Tag Archives: Vignettes

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.