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The Dreamer.

- Armand Slayer

By Armand SlayerPublished 3 months ago • 1 min read
The Dreamer.
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The clock ticks and tocks... The moments rush past faster than the oxygen which enters our lungs...

Her hands claw into my spine with such intense energy... At last, a calm looms upon both her and I... Like that of the waves of the sea crashing gently upon the shore...

Her pressure loosens...

Lapping her lips with her tongue, she draws in closer and whispers in my ear, "Play me, like you play your guitar, caressing each finger carefully and meticulously on each and every note."...

Moments after moments lapsed upon one another...

Our eyes lock time and time again...

The never-ending lust...

The candle that never stopped burning...

The song which never stopped serenading...

The sweat trickled down my chest, she stroked her fingers through my hair, and at once lost all her energy...

Falling back gracefully into our pillow of comfort, she said, "This love will never last."...

A flash of bright light beamed at me from all corners of my vision!...

My heart started pounding intensely!...

All at once...

I awoke to find myself in a cold sweat, panting and murmuring, "I know... I know..."

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About the Creator

Armand Slayer

Since fifteen, writing has been my quiet companion. Words, to me, preserve fleeting moments, question certainty, and reveal what often goes unspoken. Every sentence is a journey into memory, emotion, and what it means to be human.

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    Written by Armand Slayer