• Going away for 2 weeks was great. Yea...............
    Sometimes you forget what your life really is,and when you are reminded of life old cravings slither their way in through your fingertips. The night I returned to this tiny,dark cave of a "city" I received a call from a recent,old friend. When I heard the voice I could feel a smug grin crack across surface. When he spoke in that tempting tone snakes darted in my back,squirming and writhing in pleasure.I could almost feel him press to my muscles and relaxing me as he once did before. I smelled the cloud of smoke wisp around me and the tight stench of acid penetrating nerves.
    I rested in blue dimmed light,listening to hard shimmers of rain..and craving the taste of bitter lips,craving the friction against my skin. I felt wet grass lick my shins and cold breeze caress my bare thighs as I made my escape from prison. His door was waiting and opened. Just needing the embrace of his arms I cried to his throbbing heart. Broken down and slashing flesh he avoided his eyes from the pouring blood.
    Finally satisfied,I stopped the torturing pleasure and smiled with contentment,sleeping in a friend's comforting arms he laughed,"Old habits die hard."