Sometimes I think I should distance myself from you. I use the word ‘think’ and not ‘feel’. For I don’t feel I should. I feel I should love you forever, surrender to you…but sometimes I think I should stop. I should separate. I should dettach… from you, oh intoxicating you, running through my veins, making your presence known throughout every inch of my body. You’re everywhere and you’re nowhere. Like the air. Like the transparent air that I need to live but that I can neither see nor touch. I breathe you in and you invade me. Like a soldier, like a rebel, like the savage that you are. And I let you conquer me, slowly, reluctantly, trying my hardest to fight you off, but deciding, in the end, that it is futile; so I give in, give in to you, give in to the fantasty, the reality, the sweet agony of the unknown, the butterflies in my stomach, the pounding in my heart, the smile on my face… I give in to you, for you, because of you… for I need air to breathe.
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I hope this is fiction!! Merveilleux ma chere Lali, très fort.
HA HA! I see you have M.I. worried! Get in line Myster!
Fiction or not, who cares, it’s so powerful. So happy I was able to inspire you!
Was laughing reading your world cup stuff. Then I read your Ayatollah piece and made me remember (so very sad times) and now I read this and you make me day-dream at the possibilities…
Eyyyy, I see Armand is here. I want it to be known that I recommended this site to him. Ok, no more public humiliating of your readers!
Lali Lali Lali what in the world is going on? Are we losing you?!?!?!?!? I agree with Myster_Ious, this better be fiction fiction ficiton.
Hey, did you see your boy Zidane? (Until Dubai goes to the WC I refuse to seriously get into it, but I have been watching the last few matches and I have to say I’ve been entertained!)
What do I have here? All of you on the same entry? COOOOL!
Ok, I see that there is some concern as to the category of writing this falls into. Fiction vs. Non-Fiction. Well, to be honest, it’s neither one, perhaps something like poetic-prose… jeje. And that’s all you’re getting. A girl has got to have her secrets. Plus, I like having you intrigued.
Myster Myster Myster: Hmmmmm boys will be boys…
Styx: Oh yes my dear, thank you for inspiring this and all my writing…I will definitely dedicate my NOBEL to you!
Armand: The important thing is that you are here, not HOW you got here. Right Ali????
Ali: I think that it will be a long time before you start actively watching the World Cup if your waiting for Dubai to qualify!! jejeje! And yes, of course I saw my boy Zizou, I particularly enjoyed when he changed shirts with Figo…jeje.
Non! Non! Non! I don’t want a mystery! C’est une question très facile: fiction or non-fiction?
Ooh la la! Monsieur Mysterious! I am trembling with fear at your forceful demand! No Mystery for Mister Myster??
Shirt change with Figo? Didn’t see that part. (Thank God!) Jeje.
Myster, relax, enjoy.
Ali: You missed the shirt exchange? It was sublime. So much hotness in one place!
Myster & Co.: My writing is open to interpretation. D’accord????? (In fact, so am I!)
PS. In all fiction there is some reality, in all reality there is some fiction.
Hey, I see you’re not admiting or denying anything! Is this like the U.S. Army policy with gays: “Don’t ask, Don’t tell.”
Liam: Don’t ask, Don’t tell… Good reference! But I’m afraid it’s NOTHING like that. They’re ASKING, I’m just not TELLING…!
Evil woman!
M.I. Oui, oui…Je suis terrible monsieur. Please, be careful… BUYER BEWARE!
Hard to find someone who would completely surrender in love.. these days its called stupidity.. i guess i am stupid then.
Fashion Guru: That’s two of us then…