The Run: part 1

He was in love, sun touched, glistening skin, and the smell of her coconut fragrance as she passed by. He ran at the same trail for years at the same time even the same time. He was a routine person, never deviated, just how he is. But starting the past Wednesday, there was a new face.

He was pretty much in love the moment he laid eyes on her. She had a beautiful smile, he admired her as she stretched before her run. For days she never had anyone run with her, and he noticed no ring. Well who ran with rings? Hopefully everyone, he didn’t know he was never married.

He took off at his regular fast pace, made it to mile 6 and turned around. There she was, coming his way, he winked at her smiling. God that smile. She was amazing. He couldn’t help but think of her blonde hair dancing in the wind, like the pedals of a sunflower. Her trim but strong body, dripping wet from sweat like the stem of a flower, freshly watered. And her fragrance, her aroma, he wanted her.

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Wine and Paint (alt ending)

BY D. OLVERA ON OCTOBER 22, 2019

It was a normal day, they woke up, had their coffee, and some jelly toast for breakfast. Today was going to be a lazy day, nothing to do but listen to music and enjoy time spent together. He suggested they paint! That is something she loves to do, why not make her morning better.

A large smile appeared on her face as she said “I’ll get the tarp!” She laid out a large sheet on the floor of our cheap two bedroom apartment. That’s something he always admired about her, she cared about cleanliness. “I’m going to the bedroom to get the supplies!” He said. Two canvases, cheap paint, and brushes laid across the floor. Red, blue, and yellow will make any color so that’s all they needed.

He began to sling colors left and right on the canvas, attempting to make something of nothing. What began to shape was a field of flowers. She was working slowly as usual, but man was it beautiful. She carefully mixed her paints, laid them out and began to apply the paint.

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Wine and paint.

BY D. OLVERA ON OCTOBER 16, 2019

It was a normal day, they woke up, had their coffee, and some jelly toast for breakfast. Today was going to be a lazy day, nothing to do but listen to music and enjoy time spent together. I suggested we paint! That is something she loves to do, why not make her morning better.

A large smile appeared on her face as she said “I’ll get the tarp!” She laid out a large sheet on the floor of our cheap two bedroom apartment. That’s something he always admired about her, she cared about cleanliness. “I’m going to the bedroom to get the supplies!” He said. Two canvases, cheap paint, and brushes laid across the floor. Red, blue, and yellow will make any color so that’s all they needed.

He began to sling colors left and right on the canvas, attempting to make something of nothing. What began to shape was a field of flowers. She was working slowly as usual, but man was it beautiful. She carefully mixed her paints, laid them out and began to apply the paint.

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Round 2

I’m the one you’re waiting for darlin’

Make you feel nothing but important

I can make you smile

I can make you laugh

I can turn a puddle, into a bath

It’s true

Just between me and you

We’ll spend all night

Have the bed quaking

Top of the hour have your legs shakin’

But.

No fear

Yes, the neighbors will hear

It’s just the price we pay, when I hold your chest

You’ll scratch my back, as I whisper into your ear

Good morning

The night is all through

Got your coffee, changed your sheets

Feeling like you’re brand new

Ima send you flowers to your work

“See you tonight, here comes round 2”

[DOlvera](https://dolvera.home.blog/)

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I think of her

I think of her

I lie in bed

I brush her hair

No words are said

I think of her

A breath of life

Skin to skin

Nails sharp as knives

I think of her

Her finger tips

Hold her down

Her luscious lips

I think of her

Her wants

My needs

The heat of love

I think of hee

I Want Her.

[D. Olvera](https://dolvera.home.blog)

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