Peculiarity Of A Different Sort

Only Alice

Of course, since she could see into my mind I could hers as well. Alice was always a dark girl, but inspired. The shadows she kept tucked away during the day loved to play in the night. They were like ballerinas. Frail, yet strong and elegant. They were secrets she tried to keep hidden. Lies she'd never tell a soul. But, at night when we'd think together, she would show me. All her fears, her darkest wishes. There was always a shadow that resembled me, who amongst the white trees I would sit and talk with. The things it would say were very vague, as Alice never wanted me to know the full extent of her longing in those days.

Her desires were less than pure. She yearned to possess me unlike anyone else. She wanted all of me, all to herself. I can still recall the way her skin felt when I first held her, softer than anything before. These long nights had began to take their toll but with that simple touch, my hand against the arch of her back and her hips pressed into mine, I was renewed.

She had me. All of me.

My love, my only.

She had lit a fire inside me that only she could control and at that moment, my thoughts rang out loud and clear. My phantom inside her head shouted her deepest desires, everything she could never say.