Winter of purple desires. It was then. You were entangled and enmeshed in the curls of my raven head. The December air was fragrant with musk of famished bodies. Slowly, in a pot of brewing lust, we liquefied. Contours diffused as you took possession of my mouth. Together, we levitated, soared and collapsed.
The taste of you lingers in my mouth, many winters since.
1 comments:
this is written so well !
it makes me want to fall in love even if it meant being heartbroken !
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