Flirting with Death

Flirting with Death

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His very existence reminds me of mortality. I find him beautiful and dark and intriguing. In the was he calls my name so sweetly. His voice is quiet. And I know you don't like him. But I can't help the polarity between us. And the way I gravitate towards him. Because ours is forbidden love. He's a constant in my life now. The way he pulls me toward me. Especially when no one else is there for me. It's rather extraordinary. And I do believe I'd die for him. Because the security that ensures me. Is like something that has never been. Offered to me before. And I want to hold on to this love that I feel. Even though I know it's not going anywhere. Because I tamed the lion. And instead of running off, as soon as the rope was cut, it just travels closer to my side. So when I tell my friends about this boy with whom I've fallen in love with. They seem shocked and scared. Maybe it's because when he kisses me I run out of breath. Or maybe it's because I'm flirting with death. ~e.l.
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As a child you always fear the monster under your bed or in your closet. Maybe you watched a scary movie or were told a horror story to make you believe something was under there. You jump onto your bed and jerk your limbs away from the edge or always shut your closet door. Then you hide under the covers in hopes that they don't get to you. As you grow older you realize the invisible monster under your bed is just that, invisible. Its not that they don't exist, it's just that you don't see them. You write off the bumps in the night as the wind or shifting floorboards but they're lies. Little white lies you tell yourself so you can sleep at night. Well I'm here to tell you that whatever is causing those bumps is very real. In my case, the source doesn't hide in my closet but rather under my bed. And he's determined to drag me right there with him. Can you be friends with the monster under your bed? ** "Ask me Aria," he rasped. His voice dripped with temptation that would make the devil jealous. His lips were brushing against mine as we leaned into each other. I felt like I was drowning in his presence. The hand that was on my breast had moved to my waist, keeping me close even as I tipped towards him. His hand was still on my sex, leisurely teasing the area. "Please," I whispered. Something mixed between a growl and a purr escaped him. It vibrated deeply from his chest. I thought he would kiss me but he didn't. His lips hovered over mine before they softly traced my cheek. I gasped when his hands moved to under my arms, moving me until I straddled his thigh.

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