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there once was a boy, that was born a player.
his name was luther, but he sucked at sports.
usually he would have fifteen girls the least that he would enjoy a lovely game of cat and mouse with.
at the moment however his phone had been on 'do not disturb' as he mused on darla, the angel's, beauty.
not only the physical beauty but also the beauty that seemed to seep all the way to her soul.
no other maiden in the land possessed such a beauty, he concluded as he sat still, cheek resting in his wrist, elbow propped against his knee, charming smile on his lips, look of utter adoration in his eyes.
"stop blinking" she scowled as she threateningly jutted the wet paintbrush towards his face, a droplet stains his nose and she groans aloud.
he chuckles as she raises from her seat on the carpet to feverishly rub his nose with her black crop top.
"i wonder how angel's taste" he muses aloud as he stares at her bare tan stomach and kisses it, sucks gently.
she gasps,moans and laughs all in one, what a beautiful sound.
what a beautiful taste.
there once was a boy, that played the hearts of gals.
there once was a heart eater, that which i am.
YOU ARE READING
heart eater
القصة القصيرة'I've been seeing angels in my living room. That have walked the sun and have slept on the moon'
