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theapproachingcurve said:
Yeah well..the world of academia tends to give you a swift kick in the arse in that regard.

And I haven't the foggiest idea of what I'm having yet. Perhaps oatmeal with some dried cherries or coconut.
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Oh yeah, been there, know how it feels.

Sounds good. I'm not sure what I'm having, either.
 
Morning curves. Just checking in hope you ave a good day. Don't scrimp on breakfast most important meal of the day you know. ;)
 
Dionysian Beast said:
Oh yeah, been there, know how it feels.

Sounds good. I'm not sure what I'm having, either.
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:) Good luck in your decision making sir, I'm off to explore my kitchen!

hulk25 said:
Morning curves. Just checking in hope you ave a good day. Don't scrimp on breakfast most important meal of the day you know. ;)
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Gooooood morning! I just recently woke up so..I'm still working on the day thing :) but thank you and same to you!
 
theapproachingcurve said:
Gooooood morning! I just recently woke up so..I'm still working on the day thing :) but thank you and same to you!
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The weather has well and truely turned. Feels like summer has gone before it started. :( But having a lazy Sun wiv friends recovering from the night before.:D
 
Indrawn breath falters as time stops to observe.
Her hesitant smile but erect posture, curly dark brown hair making me ache. She says something but I miss it, every fiber of my being preoccupied with everything else she isn’t saying. Her pale skin echos mine, her dark eyes are clear, lucid, and crawling under my skin. I can feel the tip of her tongue trailing down my spine, our hands of similar size sliding over bodies that aren’t. Her hips were meant to be held against mine. Where I curve she straightens, where I stop she starts. My fingers itch to have fistfuls of her hair while my back arches, movements in tandem until there is no individual but a fusion of two.
Whispering darkness against each other’s skin, breath against hollow of neck as fingertips trace contours and secrets.
 
theapproachingcurve said:
Indrawn breath falters as time stops to observe.
Her hesitant smile but erect posture, curly dark brown hair making me ache. She says something but I miss it, every fiber of my being preoccupied with everything else she isn’t saying. Her pale skin echos mine, her dark eyes are clear, lucid, and crawling under my skin. I can feel the tip of her tongue trailing down my spine, our hands of similar size sliding over bodies that aren’t. Her hips were meant to be held against mine. Where I curve she straightens, where I stop she starts. My fingers itch to have fistfuls of her hair while my back arches, movements in tandem until there is no individual but a fusion of two.
Whispering darkness against each other’s skin, breath against hollow of neck as fingertips trace contours and secrets.
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:kiss:
 
theapproachingcurve said:
Indrawn breath falters as time stops to observe.
Her hesitant smile but erect posture, curly dark brown hair making me ache. She says something but I miss it, every fiber of my being preoccupied with everything else she isn’t saying. Her pale skin echos mine, her dark eyes are clear, lucid, and crawling under my skin. I can feel the tip of her tongue trailing down my spine, our hands of similar size sliding over bodies that aren’t. Her hips were meant to be held against mine. Where I curve she straightens, where I stop she starts. My fingers itch to have fistfuls of her hair while my back arches, movements in tandem until there is no individual but a fusion of two.
Whispering darkness against each other’s skin, breath against hollow of neck as fingertips trace contours and secrets.
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What a lovely turn of phrase you have. So well written, so full of imagery, conjuring pictures in my head. Beautiful.
 
theapproachingcurve said:
Indrawn breath falters as time stops to observe.
Her hesitant smile but erect posture, curly dark brown hair making me ache. She says something but I miss it, every fiber of my being preoccupied with everything else she isn’t saying. Her pale skin echos mine, her dark eyes are clear, lucid, and crawling under my skin. I can feel the tip of her tongue trailing down my spine, our hands of similar size sliding over bodies that aren’t. Her hips were meant to be held against mine. Where I curve she straightens, where I stop she starts. My fingers itch to have fistfuls of her hair while my back arches, movements in tandem until there is no individual but a fusion of two.
Whispering darkness against each other’s skin, breath against hollow of neck as fingertips trace contours and secrets.
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It imparts a kind of wistful yearning :kiss:
 
theapproachingcurve said:
Indrawn breath falters as time stops to observe.
Her hesitant smile but erect posture, curly dark brown hair making me ache. She says something but I miss it, every fiber of my being preoccupied with everything else she isn’t saying. Her pale skin echos mine, her dark eyes are clear, lucid, and crawling under my skin. I can feel the tip of her tongue trailing down my spine, our hands of similar size sliding over bodies that aren’t. Her hips were meant to be held against mine. Where I curve she straightens, where I stop she starts. My fingers itch to have fistfuls of her hair while my back arches, movements in tandem until there is no individual but a fusion of two.
Whispering darkness against each other’s skin, breath against hollow of neck as fingertips trace contours and secrets.
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You...

are just...

so...

freakin'....

HOT! :kiss: ;)

:rose:
 
theapproachingcurve said:
Indrawn breath falters as time stops to observe.
Her hesitant smile but erect posture, curly dark brown hair making me ache. She says something but I miss it, every fiber of my being preoccupied with everything else she isn’t saying. Her pale skin echos mine, her dark eyes are clear, lucid, and crawling under my skin. I can feel the tip of her tongue trailing down my spine, our hands of similar size sliding over bodies that aren’t. Her hips were meant to be held against mine. Where I curve she straightens, where I stop she starts. My fingers itch to have fistfuls of her hair while my back arches, movements in tandem until there is no individual but a fusion of two.
Whispering darkness against each other’s skin, breath against hollow of neck as fingertips trace contours and secrets.
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*dabs brow*

Damn!

I especially love the 'fistfuls of her hair.'

Hawt!
 
rbijon said:
:kiss:
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:kiss: x 5 (I'm never good at just one kiss..)

BalthazarIII said:
What a lovely turn of phrase you have. So well written, so full of imagery, conjuring pictures in my head. Beautiful.
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Thank you :)

thefishfryer said:
It imparts a kind of wistful yearning
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I might have to make a point of running into her again..

tcwild100 said:
You...

are just...

so...

freakin'....

HOT!

:rose:
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lol thank you darling, I'm glad my photos and words can sway you so.. :kiss:

indigolm said:
Hello beautiful! Hope you're well and life is treating you famously! :)
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Hey handsome! Life is a little busy but everything is working itself out :) How have you been of late?

Fflow said:
*dabs brow*

Damn!

I especially love the 'fistfuls of her hair.'

Hawt!
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*fans you* So no critiques..we're enjoying the visual? Good :kiss:

purfecthost said:
hope all is good with you :kiss::rose:
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Things are just dandy! How about you sir?
 
theapproachingcurve said:
Indrawn breath falters as time stops to observe.
Her hesitant smile but erect posture, curly dark brown hair making me ache. She says something but I miss it, every fiber of my being preoccupied with everything else she isn’t saying. Her pale skin echos mine, her dark eyes are clear, lucid, and crawling under my skin. I can feel the tip of her tongue trailing down my spine, our hands of similar size sliding over bodies that aren’t. Her hips were meant to be held against mine. Where I curve she straightens, where I stop she starts. My fingers itch to have fistfuls of her hair while my back arches, movements in tandem until there is no individual but a fusion of two.
Whispering darkness against each other’s skin, breath against hollow of neck as fingertips trace contours and secrets.
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I like these small pieces. I used to write some back in the day. They never turned out to be as well-written, though. lol
 
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