fierce lamb

"it was a bleak rainy day here in Suburbia. The usually quiet street now echoed in gentle pitter patter of raindrops on its once hot steamy tarred surface.
The occassional thump of heavy base in a passing vehicle often disrupted the emptiness but all too quickly silence would take over once again. She lied in the room at the far end of the house over looking hectres and hectres of untamed wilderness. She was all alone ... apart from the voices which led her into this state of melancholy.
The One voice which was to blame ..the one that set apart still lingured ..still echoing deep.she always had a sunny disposition about herself, one could say a certain contentment, but as each day unfolded she lost more and more of that feeling, her selfworth began to diminish ...
"so what do you think ..  I think she needs a hero. .every good book has a hero ..   "
.. he tugged gently at her shirt spraying the buttons, that once held them together, apart unlike her legs that she had to remind to stay closed .." she pulsed at his breath against her skin ..his lips trailed whimsically