Leetal Kuddler.

Smoke, skin, movies, deep breaths, intermingled fragrances, stampeding hearts, more smoke. Leonard Cohen, Jazz, I will follow you into the dark, touches, caresses, peace, yearning, sleep, smell her hair, feel her skin, if heaven and hell decide that they both are satisfied, images, sounds, mindfucked, laugh now, a smile, dimples, stare, try and see behind her eyes, hands clasped tight. Pearl Jam - Black, Images hit me, they surround me, images of her. A leaking boat, a boat about to go down, into the dark depths of the ocean, assaulted by waves of songs, words, movies, touches, moans, the curve of her neck. More smoke, smoke lends the blue tinge to her every image. A raging inferno. A forest fire, the illuminated valley, the ashes that will be left behind, the dead trees, painted white in their lifeless glory, but think of the warmth of the fire for now. Legs, shape of her ears, steal her warmth, let her steal yours. On the edge, lose your balance, a never ending fall, an endless void, watch her play with your hand before she lets you go. Walk the road you've always walked, walk that road with her and you will never walk on it alone, understand what it means to be alone, swim, skip, nonononono, leestan, let the leetal cuddly monster steal your soul. Make love, make love again. Clutch, let go, clutch again, exhale each other out of your system, inhale each other's scent again. The need to touch her again, promise yourself to never need her again, touch her again. Let the dagger in deeper. Let the blood flow freely... stop thinking now. Let the mind be empty. Let the images be stored somewhere else.