Young LustIf only you could hear the words I write.Everyday is pleasurable agony. I look into your eyes with lust. It is the equivalent of an arrow through my heart when the words you speak are absent of love.What are words for?Everyday I risk it all to be next to you. I feel like I'm on top of a mountain when I'm by your side. But you don't understand what I want.When no one listens anymore...We have been friends for so long. Right from the start, I knew you were different. My love is like a flame. It burns slowly, but never dies, only increasing in intensity. Other flames have burned brighter and faster, but they all have been put out. Your
Securing FreedomI will give you some very good advice right here.Hang on to the little things in life. Their value will flourish over time.It's an annual thing.We come, we go, we don't eat at all.It's a highlight of the youth season.But let me tell you I did NOT see this coming.It's strange how nature works.If it had not rained that day, this never would have happened.3:20Final bell.Just a quick departure to the location of the genesis.All things happen for a reason.Sometimes it's predictable.Sometimes it's magic.Not a lot to choose from.I take what's best.For me and my friend.It was going to be the two of us.I leave the r
The Killer And The DriverThe killer walks silently down the road.Middle of night.His mind is squirming with thoughts.Destination: UnknownHis pant legs are soaked.Shoes scuffed from the pavement.A revolver in his left hand.A briefcase in his right.The vivid glaze of yellow surfaces the highway.A truck quickly driving his direction.It sees the killer.This truck will not reach its location.The killer stares straight ahead.Eyes fixated on a location unreachable to man.The truck slows and pulls to a stop.Would you like a ride?The moon is a jewel thrown into the sky.Its light is a canvas to creation.The killer focuses on the road ahead.
CassandraMy name was Cassandra White. I had blue eyes, blonde hair, and I valued the family and friends I was given more than anything.I was born in Bakersfield, California. I had a loving mother and father, who cared for me and loved me everyday, with all their heart.My favorite thing to do was go down to the beach with my daddy and build sand castles. I was too scared to go into the ocean until I was seven.In the summer of 1959, I fell out of the tree in our backyard and broke my arm. At least everyone in my grade got to sign my cast!My daddy bought a beach house right by the ocean. We spent lots of time down there every summer. There was a