Like a daughter of Eden I fell from the garden and was met only with contempt. ..:

Leaning back in the cradle of the grass and the pine roots, I stared up half heartedly into the sunlight and pressed a hand against my forehead. Cold and wet. Damp in every sense of the word. I closed my eyes and sighed. The afternoon was dragging by slowly, simply not heeding the worried look on my face, as I urged it to move forward, to move faster. I was a sticky mess of wild hair and sodden clothing, heralding the approaching clouds that would for a moment cover the sun.

Ignorance is bliss and reality once discovered, destroys an innocence so sweet that the angels weep at its blameless nature.

In silence I pressed my cheek against the cool grass and ran my hands through it. The gentle caress of the natural matting against my fingers, hastened the blood in my hands and sent a warm tingle down my spine. I had felt that tingle more than once in my life, but never had I truly appreciated it and I had no hope that I ever would again. That blur of pleasure beneath the guise of loneliness.

And when temptation awakens, the innocence begins to listen to lust's insideous whisper.

The rush of blood and the tingling, turning, lively sensations that would ripple through me, were all that I began to know. Not love, not hate, not anything. Just that brief pleasure that I began to live on from day to day. It was like a drug. All that I wanted was to be loved, to know that someone out there loved me and wanted to be with me. Love is the most important thing in the world. I'm not used to not being in love and not loving.

And the temptation bewitched the innocence and together they danced desire's wicked dance.

Using the shade as a veil I opened my eyes and looked up through the canopy of wax green leaves. Perfection in every sense, those leaves and those feelings. The gentle touch, the rough embrace, the rhythm of everything. Can you feel the pulsations, that insane and whimsical dance? The tension building, the final release? How the feelings posess momentarily and throw every thought to the wind? A dance.

Down came the curtain that seperated the good from the evil.

AND INNOCENCE DIED.

EDIT::::: Ignore what I wrote below. I'm to lazy to finish up what I was writing... I'm so lame and have a short attention span... soooo, yeah. Oh well.

IN THE MAKING!!!!!!!! I WAS BORED AND JUST BEING RANDOM AT WORK... I'LL FINISH UP ON SATURDAY!!!!