37// asleep
His back was facing me
the lamp
the only light
illuminating the room
The rising and falling
of his shoulders
the delicious rippling
of his back muscles
and shoulder blades
Still recovering
from where I scratched
and bit
Wondering to myself
if Pietro looked
just the same
But then I saw
the large raised scar
that ran down his side
in a shattered line
I leant forward
and kissed it
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S U I T S (#2)
القصة القصيرةLife consisted of men and lace Then Grayson took Ophelia home Life began to consist of wealth and S U I T S *Sequel to L A C E* ®All Rights Reserved to ARM179 Best Ranking: #152 in Short Story 19/1/16
