pierre-flies

This is a story of two souls Two beings, Two lovers. I mean real lovers Not superficial, Lustful beings…lovers. Not the kind that "make love" either. That's cheesy… The kind that are love. He kisses her collarbone, As it protrudes Oh-so provocatively. Not because it's calling… But because he knows Of the chills it's sending. The same way Her tongue traces, teases Along his ear lobe. He can hear her breathe Hear her sigh Hear her love him. Delicate ivory teeth nibble… Soft, sure, quick, slowly devouring Delectable flesh. Intertwined, they know This is the farthest thing From a sin. Though they do not Practice, profe

[Enter Adda, who sits down, stands back up, and then sits down again. Adda "pulls out typewriter" and begins to write] As I begin to feel the clickity-clack of my fingers on the keyboard, the first and foremost thing that I can think of that you must know is my name…I'm Adda. Hearing the keys sound it out, each letter gives me a sense of just how important a name is. Adda Elizabeth Francesca Gibbenheim. Clickity-click, clicity-click, clickity-click…the name in itself should let you know a bit about me. Syllable after syllable… "Ad-da-E-liz-a-beth-Fran-ces-ca-Gib-ben-heim"…there. Four names, twelve syllables, thirty six clicks, including spa