Her red Dress sways gracefully lapping her body as I twirl her into my arms. Flamenco garnishes our body language. Our eyes meet time and time again.
A cheeky smirk replenishes lustrous movement as if it were a never ending dessert to our mains. The stars glisten through the ceilings high glass panels. Auto focus on one another. All but her in the room disintegrate.
Time freezes, and movement plays out in slow motion she leans in as if she were to whisper a secret in my ear, unable to get the words out... A breath of air softly coats my ear, electrifying the rest of my body in a graceful manner.
Pupils dilate.. Her fingers start to mirror mine as I gently caress her cheek. History starts to become erased and fade.. As a new one is formed.
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Armand Slayer
Hello there! I'm Armand Slayer, and I've been on a writing journey since I was 15 years old. Writing has been a constant companion in my life, guiding me through moments of introspection and emotional exploration.
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F*ck off.
We come into this world soiling ourselves and rest under that same shitty soil once the lights go out for good.. When you see me do not ask me "What do you do for a living" I exist in my mortal shell for the time being, nothing more nothing less.. Careers come & go.. Money is earnt money is spent. Love is gained and love is lost.. Once was young now is old.. Obtain my drift ?..
By Armand Slayer2 months ago in Poets
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