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    dots Submission Name: bared emotions behind the storydots

    Author: Oracle
    ASL Info:    24/ F /NY
    Elite Ratio:    4.63 - 423/313/46
    Words: 836
    Class/Type: Story/Love
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    dotsbared emotions behind the storydots

    i see you

    tall, lean.. sexy

    lookin at me like you have the secrets of learned sensuality ...

    not quite sure why you're being this way with me, is it my own faults that make me wish you were mine?

    or do you feel it too? this pull and draw... i feel you when your not here, i smell you like your near... i know i'm on your mind, your always callin out to me and i truly have no desire to be free

    why do i know the scent of your skin? the hint of mint, the breathe of scent...even when your not there... feeling you... knowing and being intimate

    you become a permanent fixture in my home... the couch, you.....the kitchen and you.....my dimly lit bedroom.....and you .... late evening arrivals and early morning departures...

    you know the quiet of my street at three a.m...N 540 never looked so good

    i invited my best friend to move in, you are a temptation that i am unable to resist, on my own ... it's funny, somehow i thought that this kinda thing would be easy to handle, once i was grown

    the emails all day, texts and tweets ...we talk every day and yet my heart never ceases to leap...when i see your name appear .. didn't realize it was just you, pulling my digital leash to ensure that i was still there...

    and your voice always makes me smile, even when i know it may have been another mis-dial... just proof that it's me your constantly thinking of...

    it's 11:38, evening... missed your text and then your callin....open the door, you say.... i'm here ...

    i'm sleepy and unprepared for you, with hooded eyes you want to talk... and i'm not ready for the words that hover...

    you're getting married to another

    but what about the promises you gave? they weren't spoken, but they were insinuated... the tiniest whisper in your embrace... the love in your linger and you desire me... from my scent to my hair length... where did she come in??

    it's 2am, and in your in my home, with me.... i call you come, i cry and your there to dry every tear... you say you love me, and every action is clearly showcasing that truth.... and yet

    you say that your friends are jealous of our closeness, but we are just friends... that's what you said... and they would never understand.... of course

    i wish your eyes could talk, because they speak the truth... your mouth however must be in close relation to mr booth... your assassinating my dream of you, killing off the image of perfection that i knew you to be... of ALL people, how could you lie to me?!!

    speak your heart i beg and plead with you .... and you can't tell me that we are through... because you never gave a title to this "situation" within which we found ourselves.... friend and business partner... more like an emotional lover...

    i'm so glad that i never gave myself to you or this story would end in true sorrow

    i'm reminded of a question that you only ask at the twilight of two.. am.. "what can i do for you? what can i give you?"....what an unnerving question... all i wanted to do was please you...and you wanted my permission to please me... virgins run from seduction i could have explained.... but you would not have accepted that truth

    i see now that you wanted me to beg for it, and ask for your skin against mine... but baby, i don't come from that kind

    you lie and deceive yourself when you tell others that we "don't communicate anymore", truth is i left you, and your hurt... our travel plans are still intact, problem is your acting like a brat... you drive like a maniac, and i almost had a heart attack...

    truth is you married two weeks after that, to pay me back, you put hundreds of miles between us .... and now it's three am, our time... and your callin me...

    we don't need to exchange many words to know why your callin... we both know how you feel, how we feel for one another... i'm just honest enough to admit it...

    you miss me... and my soul misses you with a deep burn and ache, but is was your decision ... seems like one you can't take ... but i wont be your girl, your friend, your mistress ... i'm not the other woman, i'm the only woman ... i'm worthy of that

    i am not easily broken, i love you but i won't stay around to not be chosen...

    i can be honest with me about this, truth is it's me that i now love... i fit me like a glove

    goodbye love

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      Hello Oracle! Thank you so much for your wonderful comments on my works... this is very encouraging and inspiring and i am very happy
    | Posted on 2011-03-20 00:00:00 | by ShiveringFire | [ Reply to This ]
      This is a very impressive write. i can say you took the best decision in the given circumstances. you didnt sell yourself to his charms. you may be suffering but he is the loser.
    | Posted on 2011-03-17 00:00:00 | by ShiveringFire | [ Reply to This ]
      this could be peotry. good work.
    | Posted on 2011-03-16 00:00:00 | by Amma | [ Reply to This ]

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