Tha gaol agam ort
It took a long time, but we finally found each other.
You, a beautiful blond from Pennsylvania.
Me, a descendant ginger from Skye.
Oh what wonders we will dream together. What music we can create. Already I’m in love. I can’t keep you out of my heed. I most certainly can’t keep my hands off you.
When I laid you to rest last night, it was hard to sleep in separate beds.
I guess, I will have to manage until tonight.
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Which way is North?
Mornings like this, when it’s silent and dreary… A cold, wet, rainy dawn; much too early to be awake. The stillness is crushing and condemning, feeling like my “sleep” was nothing but broken specks of chimera.
Bits and images keep flashing in my mind. Memories from my entire life, oldest to new.
It’s as if I’m rummaging through the boxes and boxes in my Memory Warehouse. Thumbing through the neatly indexed files and reviewing the images and words.
Am I searching, remembering, or….?
This time of year always makes me wander about, but something has eaten my crumb trail.
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Her name tag said: Ashley
I did not anticipate running into your twin at Lowe’s today, but there she was.
Short, petite, dark hair, and mischievous eyes.
My gaze wandered up and down, drinking deep. Fuck she is beautiful. She fumbled with some of my purchases and made small talk, but it mattered little. Cute voice even, not too shrill or husky. Very femmy.
I sighed, and wondered if her olive skin would feel as sweet as yours?
She bent over to pick something up from the floor; her pants pulled away from her waist enough to see her copper tan, had no lines. Good grief Batman, her ass was painfully cute. I wanted to wear it like a hat. Grow gills, and dive in…I wondered if she would moan the same? Make the same faces of ecstasy?
Maybe better? Perhaps…
As we chatted, I could tell she was no where near as intelligent. Honestly, I did not remotely expect it.
I noted the haircuts were almost the same. Odd and curious, indeed.
This sweet little doppelganger who’s main physical difference, was her light azure eyes.
For a brief second my brain clicked and thought….showtime…
Nope. No advances. No wit. No charm. No bullshit.
I walk back to my car, dreaming of being inside of you again. It will pass though, always does.
No remorse.
The sequel is never as good.
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My precious…..
A box arrived today.
What is in this? What mystery awaits inside?
The packaging is quite nice, and wrapped with care by a deft hand.
It’s heavy, and does not seem fragile.
No noticeable scents, no rattling.
One way to find out, I suppose.
Beneath the wrapping is an even nicer cardboard box, with all sorts of interesting prints. Earthy tones, with an almost paisley pattern.
Diving deeper, the contents are revealed.
Sweet rapture!! Another box!
But….
This box is: smooth, satin, wooden, black teak.
On the top is a silver plaque that has been engraved.
Pretentious Bastard
How fitting, I can only smirk and give a slight chuckle.
Inside though, the contents were chosen by someone with great care. Obviously someone who knows me quite well, given the descriptor phrase.
1. A chrome whiskey flask, curved for a hip, and wrapped in black leather.
2. A cigar tube. Chrome as well, and leather wrapped.
3. A small black leather pouch with a really nice cigar cutter inside.
They all fit snugly in the places designed to secure them.
I’m still speechless.
Thank you mystery gift giver.
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