Future Days

Days of you and me.

Louder Than Words

Bizarre Love Triangle

"Every time I think of you
I feel shot right through with a bolt of blue
It's no problem of mine
But it's a problem I find
Living a life that I can't leave behind
But there's no sense in telling me
The wisdom of the fool won't set you free
But that's the way that it goes
And it's what nobody knows
well every day my confusion grows

Every time I see you falling
I get down on my knees and pray
I'm waiting for that final moment
You say the words that I can't say
 
I feel fine and I feel good
I'm feeling like I never should
Whenever I get this way
I just don't know what to say
Why can't we be ourselves like we were yesterday
I'm not sure what this could mean
I don't think you're what you seem
I do admit to myself
That if I hurt someone else
Then I'll never see just what we're meant to be
 
Every time I see you falling
I get down on my knees and pray
I'm waiting for that final moment
You say the words that I can't say" - New Order original

Destiny

"My sweet, beautiful princess," lips murmured against silk, the smoothness of flesh that bristled upon contact. He kissed his way across the expanse of smooth, decadent shoulder, mouth brushing against the dip as his nose nuzzled the supple flesh of his bride-to-be's neck. A soft sound escaped her as she felt the grazing of teeth. "Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful." He whispered just below the hollow of her ear like a shaman's mantra. The tip of his nose brushed back a stray tendril of brown hair. His name was but a sigh upon her lips, crying out his name as he continued to lavish her with his attention. He pulled her closer, white linens dragging along with her as she nestled into the crook his body provided. Hazy candlelight filtered through the mesh canopy, dousing them in dim rays, splashing her body in hues and colors along her skin. The prince hissed as her fingers raked and pulled against the roots of his hair, massaging his temples as she called out to him once more. Lengthy hair fell around the two as he flipped her over, laying her bare beneath him. "Princess…" he sunk his head down into the junction where shoulder met neck - beautiful, elongated neck - that begged to be immersed with whispers of sweet nothings. He kissed her.... 

It is said some lives are linked across time, connected by an ancient calling that echos through the ages.

Waiting...

Ninguém é como tu

Volto sempre a sonhar contigo e, mais uma vez, com uma nova intensidade, perco a faculdade de usar e dispor livremente do meu pensamento.

The Hardest Lesson You Will Ever Learn

Love can be so fair to some and so cruel to others.