soulskin
http://www.loserturdmafia.com/
from 
JoeUser Forums
JoeUser Forums
(one hand, on the keyboard. the other, carefully manicured and sliding under the elastic waist of my oh-so-sensible-5-in-a-pack-100%-cotton-wifely-panties).
“two loves i have of comfort and despair, which like two spirits do suggest me still”
(throwing clothes that say dry-clean-only to the floor even though it will be me picking them up in the morning)
“the better angel is a man, right fair, the worser spirit a woman, colour'd ill”
(getting eyestrain from the candlelight but worth it)
”to win me soon to hell, my female evil tempteth my better angel from my side”
he. thinking ... i-wonder-why-she’s-getting-undressed-like-that
“and would corrupt a saint to be a devil, wooing his purity with her fair pride”
jacket
“and whether that my angel be turn'd fiend suspect i may, but not directly tell”
it must-be-getting-warm-in-there
“for being both to me, both to each friend, i guess one angel in another's hell”
skirt
“the truth i shall not know, but live in doubt, till my bad angel fire my good one out”
stockings. i-didn’t-know-she-wore-stockings
shoes
those-fuck-me-stilletos-that-she-loves-even-more-since-i-told-her-they-make-her-look-trashy
shoes.back.on
bitch.
“did not the heavenly rhetoric of thine eye, 'gainst whom the world could not hold argument”
what is she thinking ?
(i’m thinking about someone else)
“persuade my heart to this false perjury? vows for thee broke deserve not punishment”
what can she be thinking ?
(i’m thinking about wrapping my long, strong legs around this sexy guys’ waist ...)
i'm so proud of her for all that running she’s been doing.
“a woman i forswore; but i will prove, thou being a goddess, i forswore not thee”
(and squeezing. in rhythm ...)
her face has changed
(milking. him. like. a. cow ...)
“my vow was earthly, thou a heavenly lovethy grace being gain'd cures all disgrace in me”
she’s sitting on the chair backwards…
(every. last. drop ...)
straddling-it, actually
(dry ...)
“my vow was breath, and breath a vapour is; then thou, fair sun, that on this earth dost shine”
she’s just pulled the clip from her hair and she's shaking her head like some thing with a rodent
(i want to look into his eyes when he comes ...)
head thrown back
(deep deep inside ...)
breath ragged and irregular
(the “little death” ...)
she’s showing her teeth like an animal.
(watch his face change ...)
“exhale this vapour vow; in thee it is: if broken, then it is no fault of mine”
her hand ... moving faster now. i cannot bear to look. i cannot drag your eyes from her. did she ever smile like that for me ?
(almost like it hurts him ...)
knuckles turning white as they grasp the back of the chair
(and me: impaled. wretched. writhing ...)
this used to happen to me ... didn't it
(just one more second and ...)
she opened her eyes
“if by me broke, what fool is not so wise to break an oath, to win a paradise?”
those once familiar surges course through her body
(does this hurt ? ...)
i take the stairs. two at a time
i can hear her. screaming. all the way up ...
“and what obscured in this fair volume lie find written in the margent of his eyes.
this precious book of love, this unbound lover, to beautify him, only lacks a cover”
(*quotes italicised throughout are taken from the poem "the passionate pilgrim" by william shakespeare)
“two loves i have of comfort and despair, which like two spirits do suggest me still”
(throwing clothes that say dry-clean-only to the floor even though it will be me picking them up in the morning)
“the better angel is a man, right fair, the worser spirit a woman, colour'd ill”
(getting eyestrain from the candlelight but worth it)
”to win me soon to hell, my female evil tempteth my better angel from my side”
he. thinking ... i-wonder-why-she’s-getting-undressed-like-that
“and would corrupt a saint to be a devil, wooing his purity with her fair pride”
jacket
“and whether that my angel be turn'd fiend suspect i may, but not directly tell”
it must-be-getting-warm-in-there
“for being both to me, both to each friend, i guess one angel in another's hell”
skirt
“the truth i shall not know, but live in doubt, till my bad angel fire my good one out”
stockings. i-didn’t-know-she-wore-stockings
shoes
those-fuck-me-stilletos-that-she-loves-even-more-since-i-told-her-they-make-her-look-trashy
shoes.back.on
bitch.
“did not the heavenly rhetoric of thine eye, 'gainst whom the world could not hold argument”
what is she thinking ?
(i’m thinking about someone else)
“persuade my heart to this false perjury? vows for thee broke deserve not punishment”
what can she be thinking ?
(i’m thinking about wrapping my long, strong legs around this sexy guys’ waist ...)
i'm so proud of her for all that running she’s been doing.
“a woman i forswore; but i will prove, thou being a goddess, i forswore not thee”
(and squeezing. in rhythm ...)
her face has changed
(milking. him. like. a. cow ...)
“my vow was earthly, thou a heavenly lovethy grace being gain'd cures all disgrace in me”
she’s sitting on the chair backwards…
(every. last. drop ...)
straddling-it, actually
(dry ...)
“my vow was breath, and breath a vapour is; then thou, fair sun, that on this earth dost shine”
she’s just pulled the clip from her hair and she's shaking her head like some thing with a rodent
(i want to look into his eyes when he comes ...)
head thrown back
(deep deep inside ...)
breath ragged and irregular
(the “little death” ...)
she’s showing her teeth like an animal.
(watch his face change ...)
“exhale this vapour vow; in thee it is: if broken, then it is no fault of mine”
her hand ... moving faster now. i cannot bear to look. i cannot drag your eyes from her. did she ever smile like that for me ?
(almost like it hurts him ...)
knuckles turning white as they grasp the back of the chair
(and me: impaled. wretched. writhing ...)
this used to happen to me ... didn't it
(just one more second and ...)
she opened her eyes
“if by me broke, what fool is not so wise to break an oath, to win a paradise?”
those once familiar surges course through her body
(does this hurt ? ...)
i take the stairs. two at a time
i can hear her. screaming. all the way up ...
“and what obscured in this fair volume lie find written in the margent of his eyes.
this precious book of love, this unbound lover, to beautify him, only lacks a cover”
(*quotes italicised throughout are taken from the poem "the passionate pilgrim" by william shakespeare)
