contemporary

Everything was on television last night

There is no happiness like mine.I have been eating poetry.

In books, sometimes the foreshadowing is so obvious that you know what__ going to happen. But knowing what happens isn__ the same as knowing how it happens. Getting there is the best part.

Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I__ not living.

If you could do anything right now, at this moment, what would you do?__he question was obviously loaded, but the answer was surprisingly simple,____ be with you.

I used to think that distance makes the heart grow fonder, but I guess it__ more so of a case-by-case thing when I look at it now. It especially doesn__ help when most of the time, when forced to reckon with the realities of things, you have your illusions occupying you.

I am neither modern nor ancient - just contemporary, as every Guru was. If one is not relevant for today, what is the point?

I didn't put him in his place. I was acknowledging his blind spot. We all have them. It just takes the right push to be able to really see them.

I'm agnostic. By definition, I'm unsure of what to believe in, but I'm also borderline-capable of believing in anything and everything, or nothing at all... and I want to believe in something.

How have you always felt?_ he wondered.__oved._ Her eyes opened and met his. __anted, happy, excited. A little sad.__e felt himself stiffen. __hy sad?___ecause it always feels like one lifetime with you just isn__ enough.

I love you like the woman I am now. Not the girl I was. I__ battered and bruised and I__ tougher, but I__ still here. I__ scared to death, but I__ more frightened of a life without you.

My mouth went dry as I tried to remember all of Poppie__ tips for kissing over the years. She told me no guy wanted a girl with a mouth as wide as a guppy, who sucked his tongue with the force of a Dyson vacuum cleaner first time, or licked him to death like an overeager puppy. She__ told me to just purse my lips and let him lead and take control. Don__ slobber, don__ slobber, don__ slobber, I chanted to myself as he got closer and closer

When Grant Blue reaches me, he bends his head down close enough that I can smell the soap and promise on his skin. Clean living and popularity__t__ quite the aftershave, let me tell you. If I__ being honest, the fact that he even has to bend to talk to me is making me want to swoon a little. ...But just a little.

You have no idea how dirty I can play._ He laughed. __ring. It. On.

Keep a logical but open mind. What one may pass off as a psychological dysfunction could be a burst of imagination at its finest.

Attack me already. Please! I can__ take it anymore.But I don__ say any of that. I just savor each and every slow, amazing, and tongue-free kiss._Maybe he was born without a tongue, I think for a brief second, but then I realize that I am dumb because he wouldn__ be able to talk if he had been, now would he?

What are friends for, but to help each other get through bad times and have multiple orgasms?

Life had a funny way of kicking you in the gut when you weren't looking.~Torn~ by S. Nelson