He walks up to me and stares at me. He then grabs my waist and slams his lips into mine. He pulls away slowly, he connects our foreheads, our nose touching. I could hear his heart beating, "I have an addiction too," he whispers to me. "What is it?" I ask him getting a little curious. "You." Christine DuBois gets more...
the ideal we should strive for is peace. strolling in a field of zinnias, taking in their smell, taking in their touch. wouldn't that be lovely? unfortunately, such a field does not exist in the physical. at least not in the current form of the physical. - Zinnia is a woman who only dreams of her ambitions taking her...