“It’s a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don’t keep your feet, there’s no knowing where you might be swept off to.”
The professor said to write what you know, looking backwards might be the only way to move forwards. Then the actors were hitting their marks, and the slow dance was a light within the sparks. And the tears fell in synchronicity with the score, and at least she knew what the agony had been for.
THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT
“C’mere,” he says, surging up to kiss Alex, and he’s putting his whole body into it now, sliding his hands down to palm at Alex’s ass as he kisses him. Alex feels a sound tear itself from his throat, and he’s following Henry’s lead blindly now, kissing him deep into the mattress, riding a continuous wave of Henry’s body.