There is a dull luster that comes off of the pendant around her neck. I watch it all the time. I don't mean to, it just hapens. It's nessled right inbetween her brests, falling only a little into her shirt, the chain just long enough to accent her throat. I can never get a good enough look to see what is engraved on the poorly polished trinket. So simple but so perfect. A trinket; a thing I can never touch.
Something lurks inside of me, crawling through my flesh. It moves my hands. Passion, panty lines and silken kisses. She is so warm. Giggles in the dark and a thumb running lightly over an eyebrow. I watch her lips and feel her arm, each tiny hair as it moves to my touch like a small breeze under the sheets. I can feel her arms about my dripping waist as the towel falls from my head. For that fleeting moment I can see her next to me, can see her smile. It's a happiness I can't find. But I blink and find my mirror fogged again.
Final Jester · Thu Nov 18, 2004 @ 02:21am · 0 Comments |