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Interlude. / cruel by heart, wretched with storm.
Intoxication was at its very best tonight.
The life of Anasia Jones has been even with enough teeth to bite at completely. Is it a twist or an eventful pull? Charge after charge, the memories of her craving life gets more blurry and has more recklessness, every day. Like wolves on sheep when they bite with blood stained teeth, Anasia Jones has planted and relapsed into mesmerizing rage.
Take a leap into her untied shoes, but more or so like a tugging pull from her busted pink lips that give the shape of a cutthroat dream. Her grip (sharp with a denying feel to it) on anything has its own imprint from her.
A wondering of tasteful desires could be sworn within that mouth of hers; with a slight twisted burning sensation. She loves it ... no, craves it.
But there is nothing Anasia Jones craves more for than Maddy Perez. It's like a melting friction when getting twisted with those sweet cherry-cola lips of hers. Punctured dimples and her round brown eyes that have just the perfect brightness too them. Light felt touch that bewilder Anasia Jones with every contact she gets from them. It takes an unchanging turn into that yearning stomach of hers, it feels great.
Further more ⎯ just like she had described of that light felt touch of Maddy Perez that has always bewildered her is onto her right now.
God, she almost wants to scream in ambition. Her hands are curled together within the hands of Maddy and the eye contact is draping her with warmth in-between it.
Almost wanting to make that rottenness in her swell up in forgiveness and bow under that foot of what caused that indefinite of attachment towards the (in Anasia's words) angelic girl.
Seemingly, they were both drunk⎯drunk dancing together. Hands on each other like dancing forms of band aids stuck together with reused stickiness. Bodies twisting together like shape lifting ballerinas from a play, limb too limb. Tension had not been withdrawn even for a minute...they both were self-aware of their own doings and wanted nothing to get rid of it; still they were having the time of their lives with their minds wrapped around each other. Something like a kitchen full of lust, it's full of neediness or heaviness.
But as Maddy becomes more closer (skin too skin instantly)⎯slowly and painfully, Anasia starts to feel like she's on top of the world as her questions grow thicker and sharper in her throat, it becomes harder to swallow those problems down. The feeling of warm, cold lips coming against her own lips makes that brain of hers become full with unpredictable emotions. She didn't know how to describe it, the feeling of instant euphoria has never failed to ruin Anasia's heart. Those lips of hers, god, they were so beautiful placed and so beautiful soft. It almost felt like a perfect hunger had taken over her as she kissed back. The mixed emotions were spiked up onto both of them and that blood flow went up higher & higher like a foreign containment with love that was irregular. This, itself was irregular.
But, disappointment soon flares inside both girls when they both pulled away from the heavily long kiss, highly out of breath and with the taste of liquor on each of their lips; still not wanting to get rid of that little moment, they would never forget.
After all, they were just drunk, lovesick teenagers with problem's consoled all over them anyway.
