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Xeonox
since 2000-04-01
Posts 1764CA, USA 
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(THIS IS MY FIRST EVER WRITE THAT I HAVE POSTED ON THE WEB AND WRITTEN. SO ALL COMMENTS AND CRITICISMS ARE WELCOME) THANK YOU AND WISH ME LUCK. As I hauled my dirty self from the doors of library, where the usual crowd stared at me. I was walking towards my next class, which I enjoyed very well. Passing the restaurant on campus, more people stared at me. My heart racing like a car was pounding itself against my ever so skinny chest that I wish to run. Approaching the usual brick stairs, I saw someone. There she sat like a statue in distress with holding what could have been a bible, but was only a book. Her eyes never lost its gazed. Lost in her little world she seemed at peace. Only by my approach, that she lifted her head up. Her lips settle nicely on her face forming the perfect smile. I lost all connection to reality for I could not believe she was there. Right in front of, when all the time I long to get a glimpse of her in my dreams. Wasting no time, I began to introduce myself forgetting that I was stuttering like a fish that has been out of the water too long. As I looked at her eyes, I lost the image of what they looked like. My mind only saw her image, just a general picture, and a common sign. The details seem to leave me every second that I looked at her. The words came from lost desert, deserted by my thoughts. They came in no sequence. They made no sense, but knew they have to get across the other side, into her ears and maybe even her heart. She kept looking at me as if I spoke in another language. Nodding her head once in while to appear as if she understood me. I felt out of place, talking to a goddess whom I had adored. It was if I had met a god, which I had prayed but never seen in real life. What seemed like eons, were only few minutes in the infinite time chain. As I glanced at my watch, I hoped to stop time, just for a single eternity. My sweaty palms were not fooling her or I. I shifted them in my pocket to be sponge by my pant pockets. Not losing my eyes, she had in me a trance. I felt like a poor mortal against the mighty Aphrodite. Only this was quite real. I offered my hand to wish her goodbye, but I knew it that this is too soon. As she held my hand for the moment, I felt a burning surge throughout my body. Maybe it was testosterone or just my nervousness, but I was excited. (Part 1) Ronil (Inspiration for my poems is all around me for my muse is my reality.) [This message has been edited by Xeonox (edited 04-16-2001).] |
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Phreak Junior Member
since 2001-04-11
Posts 26 |
This is awesome. You describe so vivdly the intense feelings of attraction...probably one of the best feelings in the world. This really is a great story. Now I'll be eagerly anticipating part II ... |
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