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– What are you doing?

– I am getting dressed. I gotta go.

– But…

– But what?

– I didn´t know you smoke…

– You just met me less than 3 hours ago. There is plenty you don´t know -and  don´t need to know.

– I thought… I think I would like to know more of that “plenty.”

– Honey, your time is up. There is still “plenty” outside waiting  for me… and the clock is ticking.

Reminiscence on any given Monday

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From Here to Eternity (1953)

Please be careful is never careful
Till it hears the gun
She will always pay the bills
For the having big fun
He talks so well, what can you do,
It’s pretty plain he means it too
I don’t want to sell you lines,
I only mean to do you right
But I’m a simple slave of appetite,
I’m a poor slave of appetite

Hunger howls, hungers red,
Hungers stays till it’s fed
Then it some h-h-how fades,
Then it somehow leaves your sight
Depending on it’s appetite,
Depending on your appetite

So if you take – then put back good
If you steal – be robin hood
If your eyes are wanting all you see
Then I think I’ll name you after me
I think I’ll call you appetite
Here she is with two small problems
And the best part of the blame
Wishes she could call him heartache
But it’s not a boy’s name

If you grow up to be, just like him, just like me
You’re fighting for exclusive rights,
For honeymoons each sleepless night
In which case I’ll call you appetite
Yes I think I’ll call you appetite

So if you take – then put back good
If you steal – be robin hood
If your eyes are wanting all you see
Then I think I’ll name you after me
I think I’ll call you appetite

So if you take – then put back good
If you steal – be robin hood
If your eyes are wanting all you see
Then I think I’ll name you after me
I think I’ll call you appetite

Then I think I’ll name you after me
I think I’ll call you appetite

Prefab Sprout – Appetite

Cats and dogs

Photo by Daniel Chowen

By instinct she leans over to pick a bag of cat food, but then again she remembers she doesn´t have a cat -that the cats that used to come to the house are long gone. There is no more purring, no more scratching, no more biting – at least not in that way, anyway. The small flap door has been replaced by a solid door that she has painted and make it look beautifully in harmony with the house.

It is Friday and she is alone, and right there in the middle of the store her back aches, because she is still leaning over the bag of cat food and who the hell puts those bags on the lower shelf and her back makes a “pop” when she stands straight while she mumbles that she is way too damn old for this shit.

The sensor flashes as she leaves the store and the doors shush open to opposite sides. She sees his tail wagging immediately as he sees her.

She smiles.

She pets him lovingly.

“Let´s go, buddy… Let´s go home”

 

 

Tonight

I will leave the door open
and the lights off
quietly waiting for you.

I will crumple the sheets
tight under my fist.

Tonight
I will taste salt
while you taste sugar
my skin arching in the dark
making shadows.

One night stand

– Why do they call it a “one night stand”?

He turns his head, turns his body towards her. He sees her in black and white -her body laying there, naked, her nipples still hard with droplets of sweat.

– I mean, why specifically a “one night stand”?

Her lips make a big O while she takes a puff from the cigarette. She made a big O some minutes before, but she didn’t have a cigarette on her mouth. Her lips were red and full, and now the lipstick is all smushed around her lips. So hot… so raw and sexy… he thinks, and he feels he is growing again.

She turns her head and looks at him.

– Why night? Is it a pre-requisite? Does it have to be done at night?

– I think is just an…

– I know it is just an expression, she interrupts, what I wonder, is why is it called a night. Does it imply that can be done only at night? I mean, it is 2 o’clock in the afternoon, and we just…

He takes the cigarette out of her hands, takes a puff. He kills it on the ashtray while he exhales; leans over her and whisper ssshhhh so close to her mouth that she swallows the whisper.

– Let’s make it last until the night, then…

 

 

Desire, still there

Lips stretching to a polite smile first, crackling to a forbidden kiss, after.
destiny playing a bitter joke, a sudden meeting, after all those years.
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Those walls embracing their willing sin.
His fingers bathing on her secret scent.
Her nipples fighting the buttons that constrict her.
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She runs out, he stays put,
the simultaneous knowledge the desire is just not there anymore.
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shhhh…

Are you keeping a secret, or is a secret keeping you?

Frank Warren’s blog, PostSecret, began as an art project, but has evolved as an outlet for people to release their secrets while retaining their anonymity.

I say it is simply AMAZING! 🙂