Can you tell?

I've always been fascinated with Sherlock Holmes' powers of deduction. Fictitious or not, I always felt that those were powers I would love to have.

Tonight, though, it occurred to me; how does Sherlock really know for sure. As far as human behaviours and motivations go, it could be anything.

How can one accurately deduce a person's state of mind while he is absent? They do it all the time in those crime dramas about serial killers and such, and I assume it is based on some truth but, really, how does one know without a doubt?

I mean say, for example, on my way home from work, I buy myself a piece of lingerie which is clearly meant to seduce a lover. But I do not have a lover.

Say on a night such as this, while feeling a crippling sense of loneliness, I wear said clothing and lounge about the house imagining that I was waiting for a lover (just to make myself feel better).

Say, also, that a deranged person follows me home and lets themselves in (because I neglected to lock my front door). they hide away somewhere in my apartment until I have taken a shower and slipped into this lingerie. Then they pounce on me, kill me and leave without a trace.

If you found my body, slain, in this skimpy undergarment, wouldn't you deduce that it was a crime of passion? If you were the detective, would you start by looking into my love life?

Loneliness is a terrible thing; can you tell?

sand castle

The tide rises

The sand castle spies it

The inevitable happens

The sand castle collapses

Hello gorgeous

My definition of beauty was not me
Now everytime I look in the mirror, I like what I see

Wicked Soul

He carelessly leaves remnants of his cologne every where
Making me turn around expecting to see him when I know he won't be there.
He doesn't realise how wet my panties get everytime he looks at me with those fuck me eyes, those eat me lips.
It's irresponsible of him to have those wide hands and those veined forearms. Those veins that lay there, bulging over muscle; teasing me into wondering how well they'll hold me up when I climb on top.
This wicked soul has a grip on my imagination and he doesn't know; doesn't care. All he cares about is getting me to free him; to give him permission to ignite my daydreams. 
"Fuck you," he says to me. Frustrated, feeling trapped because I won't let him touch me where I crave for him to touch me.
But I can't give in. I can't fuck another's, so yeah, fuck me.

"It's not you, it's me"

Truer words have never been spoken

Battle Royale 2

Are we sure about him, Valentina?" Virginia asks, eyeing him suspiciously.

"Oh he's perfect! I put him through some rigorous testing and he came out with flying colours," Valentina beams.

Briana rolls her eyes. "By that she means she asked him if he prefers fufu or rice and he said  'fufu' ".

"Plus, he has an appetite for deep sea diving," Valentina winks.

"Aww, we're a match made in heaven," swoons Virginia.

Briana rolls her eyes for show but the others know she's secretly delighted too; he laughs at her mildly clever jokes afterall.

Ordinary love

I want to wake up late to your smile
Make love to you and cuddle for a while
Get up to do mundane things together
Like cook, and run errands and talk about the weather
I want to take a walk with you at dusk
Hold hands and smell the evening musk
Come to bed and see a movie,
Talk and laugh and end up smooching
Make sweet love and fall asleep
Then wake up and just repeat