"it's fluttering"
"your wings? "
"no my heart..."
"you and your cloying words "
"listen! it flutters more. your cherry lips are too tempting my love"
i kiss his lips slowly savouring his sweet vanilla taste. he bites my lower lip slightly, nibbling on it like its his favourite brand of chocolate.
"i see what you mean "
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Translucère
Short Storytranclucère [ latin ] | trans-lu-cre | » to shine through » // translucent // not completely clear or transparent but clear enough for light to pass through *happens when incandescent badboy meets hapless poet* poetry/not poetry which has turned in...
