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something wicked this way comes
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something wicked this way comes I remember one time this boy took me to the carnival. It was so hot that day that my hair had gone all curly and wild and I was thinking I wouldn’t go. When he came to the door, his older brother driving the car, he said, Hey, I like your hair like that. We spent a little while playing games. He won a couple of leis that he slipped over my head. I remember the smell like it was yesterday. His hand would sort of drift around my back but never quite land. It made me smile. When we went to climb into the Ferris wheel seats he took my hand to help me up. He kept on holding it as we rose into the air. I hate the Ferris wheel. I always close my eyes at the top, my heart stops if they stop the ride then…..it scares me half to death. I must have squeezed his hand because he leaned over, patted my shoulder, started to sing. I closed my eyes tight while his boy voice sang this little light of mine and we swayed high above the ground. As the ride jerked into motion, I felt his lips on mine. Soft, so soft. His hand lifting my hair, pushing it away from my face. I opened my eyes to see him staring at me. We swept down and then up. At the top, his mouth found mine again. Just a few seconds, a brushing, then sweeping down and up. Waiting for my reward at the top, I don’t remember breathing at all. I don’t remember anything but his eyes and his mouth. The feel of the rise and fall, the moment of deliverance at the peak, when his mouth claimed mine. Too soon, the ride ended.  Now, as we walked, his hand rode easily on my hip, my body slightly turned into his. In minutes, the world had changed. We stood in line for the octopus. Climbing in, he slung one arm over my shoulder, pulling me in tight. I waved to a friend in line, sank back against him. As the ride began, I let the force press me tight into his body. I slept that night with the leis by my face on the pillow, the smell pushing me into my dreams. I know that smell to this day. You cannot conceive the many without the one. |
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there is something about summer nights and carnivals. the smell of them, the lights and the fever of it all. it feels like a storm. I stole the title from ray Bradbury. who I adored and who made carnivals even more magical....... You cannot conceive the many without the one.
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That's a swett and romantic story. I wish it had happened to me. Nicely told!  My featured post this week: Pulling Fantasy Sex Out of My Ass.
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You make me wish I had a sense of smell with this story. Curiously, it doesn't make me sad, though... kk The observant make the best lovers, I may not do right, but I do write, I have bliss, joy, and happiness in my life, Kitkat Come check out my blog KItkat1415 check out this post by me Adventures In Body Grooming #39 April Topic Link: What Lies Beneath If April Showers Oh Bloody Hell What Kind Of Weather Turns Me On Bloggers Symposium 40
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I always liked the smells that floated in the air when walking around the fairs and carnivals. The lights, sounds and night air and heightened senses. Vive La Difference
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Good Morning WE,   I thought I recognised your title, but couldn't place it till I read your comment  Great Story  Visit my Blog Older but no Wiser and find out more
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What a sweet story. Young love... it's the best it'll ever be. . So innocent. . Almost fairy tale like.  Excellent post!
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Beautiful story wicked.. I love the summer fairs hugssssss V Become a blog watcher sweet_vm
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Quoting WE "hello my love. I knew you'd recognize it. hugs and a skoyc" SKOYC? {=} Visit my Blog Older but no Wiser and find out more
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7/17/2017 10:40 am |
Excellent !!! face piles of trials with smiles.. MOODY BLUES please feel free to visit my blog happy blogging
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