She was beautiful. Eyes like coal and a tongue tipped with licks of fire that burnt red hot. Even she couldn't take the heat, it singed her pale skin blacker than night. The fire department's most powerful hose couldn't extinguish her hellacious soul. She lit her cigarettes with a spark from her fingertips, her once brown hair darkened by the clouds of smoke and ash that flowed from her lips when she spoke.
YOU ARE READING
deep lovely dark
Puisiif I tell you how I feel, will you promise to never use it against me?
