Her hands on him were fire,
b u r n i n g softly across his skin.
Painful, but bearable fingers
that trailed, leaving blind scars
in their wake.
He still loved it.
Toxic
Her hands on him were fire,
b u r n i n g softly across his skin.
Painful, but bearable fingers
that trailed, leaving blind scars
in their wake.
He still loved it.
