Oh my darling you have me feeling things that are somewhat foreign to me.
I am not used to feeling at all. Though with your arms wrapped around me the heat that you radiate, feels like
bliss against skin, seeping all the was down and waking my hallow bones. I do not want to lose that feeling. I am we'll aquatinted with the feeling of cold, the feeling of nothing it is no favor of mine. You though, your touch is sweet like nectar and I am drunk of the pressure you leave on my skin. Intoxicate me I beg of you because I need to relish is the sweet sweet state of euphoria left in the wake of your finger tips .
a/n okay so this is a first for me and I've decided that I'm going to make this short story a collections of blurbs like the one above, I've already written about five but I'd like to see if people are interested before I post more.
- bell
YOU ARE READING
missing him
Short StoryYou're an arsonist my darling. You burned me in the most beautiful way, heat is exotic and delicious. I would rather be creating fire together Then writing about the heat the coarse through my veins at the touch of your skin. But right now it's ra...
