Poppet Quotes

She lowers her forehead to the floor, curling starlight tendrils under her face when she rocks in the yoga pose, so tempting and sexy even in her deepest despair. Her courage is failing and I wait it out, watching the prone woman bend subconsciously in prostrate worship. She knows who I am or she wouldn't do that.
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Holding my hands, kissing the palms, his smile is ecstatic, jubilant, adoring, and the song playing speaks for him, “Have you ever seen the light...the way it shines in you.
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Who knows what real really is...
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Your lack of questioning and curiosity has been the bane of my existence.
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The flock mirror the madness of their liege.
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Fear only has power when I cower under the illusion.
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Why the hell do women always have to bring back up? It's not as if I'm going to molest her at the opera.
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She looks at me with wide eyes, delight and joy evident, sitting forward, “They are dreaming? You watch dreams? Movie is dream?
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Lady, you have just become a wanted woman. I suggest you start running.
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Every man needs a shadow to reveal his light, to always be that close, ever present, bonded forever in astral allegiance.
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Stapled to her gaze, sucked into the potency of her focus, only the trace of her blood in my mouth reassures me this is not a vision but a hallucinogenic pause from responsibility.
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Free your mind, Jowendrhan. A cage is only a cage as long as you believe it is.
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Alone in the dark all we have are the supernal lights in each others eyes left to illuminate the room, the only sound our breathing.
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Kin is a shortened term for kinetic. Kinetic means to move. All that moves is your kin
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A shade slinks over me and I'm caught off guard when he leans down, placing a blossom in my cleavage, his face shadowed and secretive.
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It shatters the game, exposing the players
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Now more than ever I wish I had a cup of oblivion. But there is no mercy for the people who have left the darkness for the light. The darkness lingers until you stand naked in the light and let it fill you up, in every corner of your soul.
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He puts his arm around me, the lights dancing on his dark skin constantly skipping across to mine, planting a myriad of emotions into each pore as if preparing my heart for tilling.
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Like opium, nerve annihilation stretches up my veins to pump incinerating anguish through my body.
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The closer she hip sways to me, the taller and tenser I stand, until I'm so rigid my muscles ache.
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I'm in a bastard mood, so wait for her to come to me without moving. Here kitty kitty, come to the lion's den.
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The sun sets, the strange clouds glowing eerily like a full moon laced with arsenic and occult warnings. Eternity stretches out her mocking red carpet, hinting at the long lonely walk of regret I have ahead of me.
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Look into my eyes and deny me.
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she's so caught up she's unaware she's no longer the prisoner here, I am
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In truth the issue is that we are so powerful what we believe becomes our reality.
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I do so love the art of severing boundaries
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He's a contradiction and that's why he's so perfect.
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I'm the riddle you have yet to solve
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in my darkest hour she answered my call without resentment or guilt, without hesitation
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The problem with all of you is you think in isolation instead of realizing we are one community, when one of us falls, we all fall.
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Do not feed fear. Starve it.
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His touch cable knits my veins, remaking and remolding who I am.
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You failed her when you turned your back on what you are.
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Aye,” he smiles, joy igniting in his stormy gray eyes, stroking my hand possessively as if unwilling to let me go for fear I am nothing more than a hallucination about to wear off.
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Oh baby, your planet sounds like paradise but it just doesn't fly down here in the trenches.
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For why war? Nada ne hurt, sister ne hurt, for why you make vesna sore? For why!
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Eyes darker than a midnight lake penetrate my thoughts with their intensity, and a big hand warmly covers mine
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she shakes her head, fisting hands into my t-shirt and sobbing into my neck. And all I can think about is how good this feels
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Inhaling, I am ignited with the first breath of freedom
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He gives me one of those twinkling stares. His eyes coalesce and fragment color, glinting specks of midnight purple and an electric blue, when the light catches them just right. Straight on they look like indelible pitch, well deep with secrets and primordial darkness.
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How awful is it to be sane enough to be fully aware of the day you realize you are completely losing your grasp on reality. I'm crazy. Not just a little bit, but rubber room ready out of my mind fucked up.
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He turns back to me, a strong hand swooping down and sculpting hair off my face, familiar looking arms curling back around me and cradling me into a chest harder and hotter than a mountain left baking in the Australian outback.
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You can only push me so far little slakax, and then I will do what has to be done, with or without your permission.
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Facing him as I lower the glass from my lips, he's giving me one of those intense moonlit stares.
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He sits next to me, the veins on his neck and arms seeming more prominent than they did earlier. His mouth compresses, igniting his eyes with esoteric light, pulling me into the magnetic undertow.
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It's a heady aphrodisiac being exposed to his unique voice when he adopts that tone. His voice reverbs on a bunch of notes simultaneously. It's the first thing you notice about Ryan, his voice sounds like an orchestra playing a symphony composed by angels. It's most distracting until you grow immune to it, and now I'm back to completely infected with the Ryan voice virus.
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I'm a tundra with wind endlessly blowing a hollow tunnel through me.
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Naïve, and very very dangerous. If she only knew what treacherous waters she has just stepped into.
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Biting a plump bottom lip, I stare into endless irises open and poised over my own. Sliding my hand up her thigh, under her gown, I pull her closer with the hand cupping her hipbone, releasing the growl of a king caught in delight.
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Phoebe, don't play coy. If you were willing to give a peeping Tom a show, and you thought you were doing it for my benefit, then let's cut the pretend out of this and shoot straight for cold hard honesty
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God bless you butterfly, because now I'm claiming you like no mate has ever been claimed in the history of our kind
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Running my fingers into his thick hair, I wallow in the strength and heat surrounding me before he pulls away, giving me such a happy smile it makes my heart rattle inside my chest. There's nothing better in this whole world than to be held in someone's loving stare. A stare they reserve for you.
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His eyes are piercing and intense, the stare they give me brimming with threat and interest, folding thick arms over a broad chest, rippling the muscles in his forearms and etching the tattoos down his arms into stark highlight.
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Pushing himself off the bed in a violent thrust, his lats widen like wings down his sides, where his waistcoat is open halfway to his waist to accommodate muscular builds, he indicates the gilded cage with outstretched arms. Showing off his supreme musculature, he says, “We have forever Phoebe.
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The activity has pumped out his chest and hardened his abs, and I can't believe I'm even noticing or appreciating it. His smile is naughty, the muscles in his shoulders thick and ripped, undulating with his movement when he adjusts his position for me to get an eyeful.
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He gives me the stare that only men can do. The mouth tightening exasperation stare.
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Pulped in his crushing strength, his hug is enough to smear me over his body like war paint.
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Now now Ellindt, you know I love it when you beg.” Chuckling silently, every jolt from my hold causes her hands pulsating pain, and I bend to speak intimately into her ear again, “But I love it more when you scream.
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Snatching my hand in the death grip of his fingers, he pulls me off the wall to line his chest, closing his body around me in a muscular cage which smells of leather and soap.
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Just once, he looks back at Arsay, and I feel like an entire encyclopedia of information and words is exchanged between them. I wish I could speak telepathy too.
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