Unexpected romance

I knew better when I saw him knocking, the wheels in his head returning and I could see the mice behind his eyes. I let him in and he was nothing but trouble. He sauntered towards me with a look of melting ice slowly sinking into the floor around my feet and into the soles of my shoes. It's the middle of December so, it's no wonder my feet are cold. He went to plant a chaste kiss on my lips and in a very unladylike fashion, I regarded him with a moan. To put it frankly we were getting into heavy petting while at my brothers pet store and then in a not very romantic slam against what we thought was the wall we let loose the mice. He smiles deviously and starts to help me catch them and says "happy 300 day anniversary" I glared him "very funny"

Tropical island paradise

It's really hot! What I wouldn't give to have air conditioning again. I hate coconuts! I used to love them, they were my trip to a tropical paradise will casually walking around the mall but this, now all there is to eat or coconuts and fish. I miss a lot of stuff that used to not matter: Tapwater at 11:30 at night, my cat snuggled in bed next to me, my wedding ring. I look at the sand in between my toes and I pretend it's him. He's there making a home inside me, I start to cry because it's not fair. I start to cry because it's not enough. I pick up the sand with my hands and kiss it if only that were enough. How my body yearned to feel his touch again even if only for a moment. I sit in the sand and close my eyes while my hand plunges deep into the sand. I remember his hands caressing my cheek while looking into his eyes he kisses my lips leaving my body languid and wanting more.

Copper

I smelled copper, like the blood I tasted, it lingered in my throat and nose. It was hot, the blood that came for me could've been stacked in piles, like pennies. In some small way, I guess, I was worth something. It's funny how easily that he went to sleep, in the hollows of my very bones.my own temperament have been changed by it but, it wasn't warm it was hot. Blood boiled almost an unfair anger and irritation with the sun itself. He could've texted me, I thought to myself. He could've valued me enough to say goodbye, but he didn't and that is why I'm here.