I've noticed the words have turned in his mouth. How his mind changed in a sudden. His view, one of the few that saw so much light, now blinded by a cloud.
I saw his words resting on a paper, the inc bathing on the white cloud. I wondered if that was it, the thoughs that blocked the light.
YOU ARE READING
Skin and bones
PuisiOur bodies pressed aggainst eachother Warmth climbing the two mountains Adrenaline electrifying our totch Tingel trevling in our fingers Lust sailing at the small lake between us You holding me, my skin and bones - this is a collection of texts tha...
