Angelic aesthetic.
Always appearing alluring.
Alchemist.
-- Unknown
I sit behind her in French. Her accent is so natural. It dribbles off her tongue like the soft pour of crystalline water. She smells like vanilla lace. I like her. I want her. We make small talk, her giggles distracting me from whatever else I was doing. She's complex. She likes art. I've seen artwork, puzzling yet stunning, matching her presence. She likes me, I hope. She tolerates me. She's done talking to me, she turns away. I smile to myself,
Kristen.
YOU ARE READING
Alphabet
RomanceAfter sex, after coffee, after everything there is to be said -- The hovering and beautiful alphabet as we make form our first words after making love. And somehow I'm still alive. -- Unknown
