His perfect profile stands out against the smoke;
I want to reach, take him away into a darker corner
& I would but for the possessive hand vice-gripping my shoulder.
TLT: Out of Reach
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His perfect profile stands out against the smoke;
I want to reach, take him away into a darker corner
& I would but for the possessive hand vice-gripping my shoulder.
Comments are closed.
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The last line is funny in a sardonic way. Oops! I guess desire must become fantasy.
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This was really good. An angle I couldn’t think of.
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Thank you! The beauty of TLT is to see so many different interpretations of the picture 🙂
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That possessive vice grip scares me. Maybe that’s why she’s looking at other men…
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Nice words!
Really enjoyed this!
Thank you for sharing!🙂
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Very good story!
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