He’s been vacant of late, lost somewhere inside a hundred clicks while the world snows outside around him. Inside his mind as he stands on the sidewalk, the slight, a warm current in the thin air leaves him as the departure cuts a shadow through the falling snow. 67 more words
A kiss purposely planted just below my earlobe, just so on my soft and tender skin, fierce hot breath, confident lips. The butterflies that rustle beneath my skin, tingling with their whispered wings, erupting into molten desire within.