room 93 ; lrh

colors

she invited me into room 93.
said she didn't want her welcome-home party to have one attendee, so why not make it two?
of course i said yes.
her living room was empty apart from a couch.
but the walls.
they were every colour of the rainbow.
dazzling hues merged and formed psychedelic patterns that had to me just as mesmerised as her fingertips running through my blond quiff and her tongue playing with the cool
metal of my lip ring and her delicate skin under my wandering hands.
i told her she was a masterpiece.
she told me she was torn at every edge.
i wouldn't mind getting cut by her if it meant getting covered in her colors.