#1 of Poetry and Scribblings
The silken smooth touch,
waving over my body,
Back and forth
Like the oceans'tide,
Still lovingly unpredictable as the sea,
Leaving its eroding markings,
When I feel your hands and claws,
Trace the curves of my back.
Closing my eyes,
While a gentle calm breeze,
Whispers in my ear.
_Dawn, the event that changed the course of destiny of a once prosperous world. The year was 2130 when she struck, a meteorite. The meteorite wasn't large enough to cause that much damage on itself, and therefore it wasn't given that much of a priority...
Silence, darkness, void...Something stirred in him however; far away he could hear a voice, barely, calling out to him. He focussed on the voice and became more distinct by the second. He remembered that lovely rumblepurring voice..he had missed it....
He seemed to wake up again from his thoughts and shook his head for a moment. He peered back at the gun he was holding and inspecting before. He hissed and cursed suddenly; the pistol was no more. He seemed to have crushed it while being in thoughts....