Whatever It Might Be
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
Small Stone 7/17
A slithered whisper is the gentle breeze that sneaks up on me, mimicking a lover's breath, sweeping across bared skin - neck, shoulders - tracing the lines of my collarbone like a prelude to a kiss.
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