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Miss [omitted], I read your forwards and admittedly felt quite a lot of frustration from them. After calming down a bit last night, I decided to break our day, that 4 times a week we're alone, down for you. I hope this qualifies and highlights the necessity for an overnight shift, or at the ver least 2 people in here everyday. But first I would to make you aware of a few facts. -Neither Margie nor I have been able to take more than 4 breaks combined during this past month just to keep as caught up as we are. - I have been forced by the situation to take 2 lunches at or after 1 PM on a solo day to ensure the store is finalized. This is 8 hou

Copulating Innocents The calm is broken rushed whispers and rustling clothes desperate rip followed by a seeking tongue. Deft fingers reaching behind clasp unlocked with a twist flushed from her spread lips to her cherries' tips. Nibbling at her perfumed neck saving the cherry for that last little lick trailing kisses down to heaven. Her feet settle down onto his shoulders hands curl back twisting into the blanket her mind centered, his tongue sparring. Her fingers reach down threading into his thick locks pulling him back into the limelight. Her hands surround him his hips shift looking for purchase fumbling... driven by th

The First Tiny Death I still see your eyes, feel your breath. Gentle caress of your fingers, a small hushed moan. Baring a quiet smile, wandering toes tickling me. In such a pleasant voice, desire on the tip of your tongue. Delivering to me, a cherubic request. A wonderous trip, just a little fun. But afterwards, in the moment of our glory. Realization dawned upon me, it is not a children's game. It means something, even if i am to dazed to understand. Something of value must be given, i will take something infintely more precious to me. Maybe we will part ways, or be together till the end. The only thing that matters,

Seven Ways To Find God Once upon a time, there was a grim tale. The seven under god, lost their divinity. Their virtues were the salvation of man, their sins the damnation of man. Michael, the champion of god, he was never without faith, praise drove him to a prideful end. Raphael, ready to heal even the damned, he always hoped for a happy ending, in the end envious of god's healing light. Gabriel, the first to demand payment for misdeeds, the worst of the lot he gave his sustenance, he killed until he could no longer lift his blade. Uriel, blinding in his radiance, never dimming in the night, giving into his desire to keep

Her eyes never stray to me always watching the sunset. My heart desires, my heart yearns but for naught but a glimpse. Her whispers burn through the air hot and sinful dreams buried beneath my brow teasing me with things never to pass. Hands clenching as she passes me dreaming that our eyes meet sharing an entwined breath before her lips tender, touch me. As my dream fades she passes me without a glance. My light softly dims losing what little I have left to dream.

Free from the moment's pain peacefully staring into the sky. Smiling for the path never chosen for the path chosen for him. As the sky slowly drifts by the red inches further away. music slowly fading into silence her face looking into his eyes. Vision swimming tears sliding down his cheeks. No regret or sadness plagues him no thoughts for people living. People rushing around him but he refuses to let his eyes see them. His fingers stretch against the pavement, and his smile becomes lost in the past.

Acid drips from the sky as drops of water drip from her eyelashes. The world slowly defiled she feels the decay under every step of her foot. Her slip swaying teased by the wind pulled upward by her slowly raising arms. It feels like the touch of the sun as it races through the tuft of her fur. The broken city behind her the concrete stained by fetid breath. Bodies decorate this haunted land death touched them with a whisper. She glided gently by her dreams touching their dying memories. Lips moving in a silent prayer shattering souls sinking as she passes. Land lost from dreams a people forgotten in memories. A story tragic

Something old, Something new Ideals ever climbing, reality ever tumbling. Children wearing vibrant colors adults wearing distracted smiles. Having no worries eating away a child will pray and cry skin their knees burn their fingers fearless in their passion. Medicine grasped tightly looming bills piling up consuming what little flesh remains wishing for a youth better spent buried in dreams. Smiling, laughing, simply bliss. Frowning, cursing, simply euphoric. Running, tumbling, being free. driving, stumbling, being enslaved. With age comes wisdom seeing glimpses of what we lost the subtle jealously power to control