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By it dosent matter Date: 2002 Sep 01 Comment on this Work [[2002.09.01.09.41.7538]] |
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one of beauty an beasts .... twas fight monumental this he fought within to submerge that which craves an leash a beast this inner part of him for when a gentle maid did fall from steps she sought to climb he caught her close in arms deep folds more by accident than design with worry more than anything his lips her brow did brush awakening an animal that seeks to crush her hips to his devour her through her kiss almost... almost their lips did meet but he fought against his savage beast with iron determination lifted her from her feet with arms fighting to close pushed her slow away to set her gentle down far apart from him sweat now beading his brow with fear bright for what he... what he needed from her he turned from this gentle maid an slowly walked away ah but not before... for she did see... this soft unassuming maid felt his fear and from this knew her power over he as he walked slow atremble she quietly followed in the manner of one who stalks their prey the watching hour .... she is everywhere now watching ever watching him as once he watched her before but never so obvious as she would ever notice or at least this is what he thought for with her beauty she was never for such as him yet since that fall when he fought himself and won when he set her careful back forcing the animal down and back gently to her feet caging the raging beast urging her on her way binding the creature with wrought iron chains let her escape subdued the savageness that sought to claim she has been everywhere watching watching him with that blank of look and eye everywhere he looks everywhere he goes it seems ever watching watching him never speaking never talking strange to find it a comfort in a way forcing her from his thoughts to continue the work he has lost he glances up to see her watching him 0f he... .... he padded strange that term but fitting all the same she noticed he padded across carpet silent even across tiles with no sound and his grace one would not notice till one truly looked a shift of weight and no bark to shin as a file drawer came in his way avoiding contact with an unhurried style timid one could think till one matched his eyes soft he spoke yet larger would clear his way when he finally looked from what he was doing to the one who stood to bar his path all piss and fire that one wanted to argue would have called him out on the spot yet with quiet words and a simple look that one turned and walked away with a hitch in his stride as he tried to slow but his feet forced him faster anyways ... she listened now as they spoke what little was known more supposed of his life away from work stories of his women intrigued her most wild and uncontrolled most would say talk of gypsies in this day and age but then everything about him was seen as strange ... that he knew she watched never was in doubt she felt his arms around her every time she looked his way smelled his musk surround her felt his lips burn her brow why she watched she did not know but one day she would make him pay for simply refusing her his lips he would pay and pay and pay |