She finds your fawning chivalry to be rather monotonous, your brain quite adolescent and your physique quite neotonous. Your compulsion to be healthy to her seems dull and boring, which prompts my speculation that you likely won’t be scoring.
The prompt word on this Valentine’s Day is, fittingly, “passion.”
Each morning when I wake to shrill alarm or sweet bird song, depending upon the requirements of my day, you are the first to greet my opening eyes. You rest there on the pillow next to me in the bed where first I, then you, have fallen to sleep the night before too soon, too soon, before half our words were said.
It is the first stroke of my fingers that brings you finally to life. Your countenance lights up and the same love words I revealed to you last night are returned to me.
My hands caress and new words come easily first to me, then to you. I touch gently all your fine smoothness, getting back everything that I give equal measure, continuing our long love story of give and take as I shift your light frame onto my lap to stroke your separate parts from question mark to exclamation point.
Could a PC ever rouse this passion in me? No way, MacBook Air. Thou art my love!
You’ve piqued my curiosity, riled up my blood. Brand new possibilities surge in like a flood. Sages say enchantment is magic of a kind that brings down your defenses and permeates your mind with fantastic possibilities that make it fully probable that heavy hearts inflate until they are light and bobbable.
See them on the tide line, floating all about— free of any tether and free of any doubt. A sea of love ‘s an image once rendered in a song that catches in our hearts and makes them sing along. They form a soft accompaniment to the real world’s roar that’s telling us we’re not the type a lover would adore.
But you’ll find that hearts may come in many makes and guises, and when you set your heart adrift, it just may yield surprises.
The prompt words today were sage, pique, enchantment and blood.
There is no need to instigate a further conversation. I do not wish to carry on further investigation. Your research notes are copious. You are immersed in piles of them. Why must you accumulate miles and miles and miles of them?
Please, conquer your obsession. Let us get on with our lives. Your number one obsession has me breaking out in hives! I rue the day I prompted you to have a little look at what I just considered an entertaining book.
I didn’t have a single clue–not an inkling that you would quickly be obsessed with the Vampire Lestat! A Discovery of Witches then joined your Zombie thing. Every occult creature in graveyard or on wing
has seemed to colonize your mind, squeezing out all other former occupations: football, hockey and your mother!!! This is an intervention. I’m unplugging the TV, seizing all your Anne Rice books. Replacing them with me.
Try to read me like a book. Look here into my eyes. Vampires aren’t the only creatures who can mesmerize. We’ll toss your zombies in a pile and stage a mass cremation. Our sex life should improve a lot with their elimination.
I won’t need to bite your neck. My seductions won’t be gory. They’ll be the furthest thing from an American Horror Story. Things that go bump in the night need not all make you wary. Let me raise your pulse rate by a means that is less scary!!!
Prompt words today are immerse, copious, extreme and instigate.