(Government, this is me hinting at you to hit me up CIAwise and partner me with a Sydney Bristoweque character for some espionage hi-jinks. Sexy espionage hi-jinks.)
In any matter, I currently have this oblique fixation on Foxes and Pirates and anything synonymous in tone or language. Thus this piece of prose was born and I like it (mostly) and want to finish it somehow, even if I don't know what "finishing it" would mean:
And so I loved her, teeth bared and furious, her mouth sinking into my shoulder as if to say, “I'm impetuous and mocking you.” The quietness of this girl became ragged in an instant. The flit of her eyelashes communicated openly, from coy to inextinguishable. Some corporeal wildfire, licking the air with her body language. She keeps pawing at the concaves of my body, willing into me. Pressing and insisting that she shall keep residence here, knowing that despite my protestations, she will ache her way into my flesh and travel in the hum of my blood stream.
Oh free floating paragraph of debaucherous language, tell me where I must go! What is your solution?
P.S. If you ever want me to pay rapt and complete attention to anything, make it debaucherous.
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