hildegarde

Another midnight show. Live performance. Under the influence of alcohol, she sat on his lap. Legs spread. Hair undone. This time, she was the agressive one. Gently. Slowly. Their lips collided with hunger. His hands were under her dress, caressing her. Eyes closed, they kissed for not more than five minutes. They ended the show immediately. It was so unlike the other night when they savored kisses and touches. She loved her position. His kiss. His touch. His skin. The bite marks he left. She wanted more. If only he wasn't betrothed, she would have given all that she had.

There are few little things I won't forget about us. And I am certain that these are the things you would rather not remember. Let me list down things that keep me haunting at night. Things that that you remind me of when I see you on the road. *Remember when you turned off the lights, closed the door, and kissed me? I felt unprotected then. You caught me off-guard. *It felt like the first time when you drew close to me and breathed into my ears. You were inches away from me. I could hear your heartbeat. *I felt tensed the moment you held my hand while watching a film. I wonder, were we allowed to do such thing? You held me in the most mea

I've never given much thought how my life would end. But when I walk along the sidewalk, I imagine myself getting hit by a fast-running vehicle and there I would be, blood-splattered, dead on the spot. ~*~ Travelling has always given me excitement which I cannot contain for it is the only time I can really be free. I never really cared of city pollution and it never mattered to me if I inhale smoke from factories, vehicles, and smokers because I know that one day, I'd die anyway. What matters to me is the happiness I get from freedom when my feet start walking on the streets as I brush elbows with strangers. Sometimes there will be friend