The rain kissed her all over to stop the tears like a lover.
Stop the Tears
More Vulnerable
I am better alone I think, an eclectic coffee table stacked with books, I feel more vulnerable to this than to any lover.
Midnight Darkness
She stood there, together in the midnight darkness with her lover. They swayed and stumbled forward over the edge locked in death's embrace.
Rejected Lover
With her impulses, I think she is as blindingly destructive as a rejected lover.
