He liked to play Monopoly and she grew up playing Scrabble.
They knew they had different priorities, different dreams, and probably different futures, but for now they weren’t playing the game of Life – they were just having a little fun, savoring the taste of each other’s lips and the warmth of one another’s bodies here and now in the lust of the moment.
Tag: romance
Shopping List
I went to the drugstore last night to get some Vitamin C for my throat, you know, the delicious powdery citrus kind that fizzes up in your glass before you drink it.
When I got back from the store I had the Vitamin C for my throat , some antibacterial bandages for all of the cuts I got when this huge glass shelf thing fell on me, a pair of running shoes for when the vamps in the store chased me (I wore a pair of flips to the store silly silly me), a crossbow I took from this old dude waiting in the pharmacy who was mad packing with guns and lasers and whatnot, a gas mask from when the feds rolled out the garlic gas bombs…and I got the email addy of that cute blonde pharmacist guy who let us all ride out the attack in the back of the pill room…so yeah I had a great night but I’m starting to think that this whole human vampire co-existing this is not working out but maybe I’m wrong.
A bruise and a kiss
I kissed her softly on the bruise I’d left on her cheek.
Then we hugged there, still wearing our kimonos, and made up.
One look
One look turned into one moment turned into one day and night together.
Then, four hundred years before I would see her again.
Life
The best thing about my life is that it is like living in a movie.
It’s a western-romantic-time-travel-teen-roadtrip-comedy.
Lovefool
Unsure of what to do and what to say, the best she could say was “Let’s just avoid the day altogether!”. Meanwhile, her heart pounding in her chest, eyes cast downward trying to force a smile; he agreed, and neglected to notice the shoulders cast lower.
Dark and sweet
Black, brown, with steamed milk or without, or maybe an espresso or a frappuccino (what’s the difference between that and cappuccino anyway?) – I’m taking my time weighing options to find the best, the perfect choice, and although I know it’s just house policy, the smile she gives me is the sweetest smile, the very definition of beauty: patiently soothing my insecurity, assuring me that my choice, if and when it comes, will be appreciated, while I’m determined to make the most of this moment, aware that her smile distracts and delays me even more. Amanda was right, I really needed to get out more.
Fairy Tale Ending?
“No one understands our love,” the dragon sighed.
“Interspecies relationships will take time to be accepted,” the princess said, “But at least he had nice stuff to add to our hoard.”
Berries
I’ll be your cherry and you can be my strawberry.
We’ll elope and marry and then what will our parentberries do?
Black Tears
I looked into her eyes in the moonlight and said, “don’t cry, not for me.”
She placed my hand on her wet cheek and replied, “it’s not tears, my love, it’s blood.”
Relationships
You said you loved me and promised that we would be together forever. Now you’re moving to New York for college; what happened to your promise?
Romance
You’ll never see your wife and children
again. So tell us what it was going through your head when you looked into their eyes
and said “no thanks I’ll take the hooker instead.”
Love
A passionate love went in search of camaraderie. A carnivorous hatred found it.