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Scent of a WomanI sat at the bar, running a finger around the rim of my empty glass and my finger became wet with traces of alcohol. I lifted the finger to my mouth and ran it down my tongue with my eyes closed, lost in the sensation of bittersweet intoxication. When I opened my eyes, I saw you. You were all breasts and hips and biting your lips, coyly glancing from one side of the room to the other under long, dark eyelashes. Your bright eyes were like exploding stars and the long, dark mane of your hair ran right down to your tiny waist. I had only ever been with men with big egos and little else, but when I saw you, I knew I wanted you. Love at first sighScent of a Woman
by ~justemmajane
True Beauty Has BiteMy eyes are not pools of deep blue that drown you, deliciously, like the ancient seas. My lips are not luscious or ruby red and the teeth that sink into them are not pearls. I do not moan with ‘unquenchable’ desire, nor do I perfume my ‘golden’ locks with the exotic scent of wildflower or water lily. My breasts are not engorged with life to give and my inner thighs are not lotioned nightly to be smooth to your touch.True Beauty Has Bite
You romanticise, prophesise lusty courtly love, that I am a vixen, born to be tamed and yet untameable to your touch. Sir, I am not
the face of bea
by ~justemmajane
Unutterable LoveI had you once. I’m not sure when I lost you but I know that,Unutterable Love
once, I had you. You were mine and you willed me to want you the way I wanted you to. We were inseparable at the beginning, continued that way for a year, two years, three years; until you stopped loving me.
No, you did not stop loving me, you simply stopped caring that you loved me. I do not know if that is worse, that I am a heart with a half that is constantly absent. I am a bird with a broken wing, a lamp without a light, a lonely lover. Lusty nights, when my tights become covered with holes as you tear your way
by ~justemmajane
The Pupil Outgrows the TeacherYou taught me the talent of drinking, which white wine was the best when it came to warming my bones in winter. You drank gin from the bottle and furrowed your brows when I mimicked your maturity; you preferred me sipping cocktails in the moonlight. The faint sound of the sea’s waves made aThe Pupil Outgrows the Teacher
wanton rhythm for the samba players down by the sand. A kiss from you tasted like the kind of death I’d greet with open arms, and the gratitude of age; black coffee and cigarettes, everything I wanted to be. You preferred me in that little white dress with the low front, commented
by ~justemmajane
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On your way to hellYou left me dying in the streetOn your way to hell
But it’s funny the people you meet
When you’re on your way to Hell
You left me dying in the street
But it’s funny the people you meet
When you’re on your way to Hell
I met a long haired loverboy from Liverpool
He said he didn’t mean to do it
But he lost his cool
And wiped his family out in an afternoon
I met a Punk who’d lost his Rock
Killed his girl in a hotel block
Then killed himself
With a needle and dirty spoon
You see there’s no such place as Purgatory &
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My kinda woman "Beauty Brains and a complete Psycho"
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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If your life was all you had to give, how could you not give it? If it was someone you truly loved?
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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If your life was all you had to give, how could you not give it? If it was someone you truly loved?
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"We are all a little weird and life's a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love."
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If your life was all you had to give, how could you not give it? If it was someone you truly loved?
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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If your life was all you had to give, how could you not give it? If it was someone you truly loved?
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A childish mind will turn to noble ambition. Young love will become deep affection.
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