Her skin, supple.
She wanted to be touched.
She hoped he’d set her body on fire and continue adding lumber to her dying flames.
She hoped he’d have a seat and find solace in the warmth of her.
She hoped they would burn together.
I have a number of fellow writers I have come across since beginning my blogging journey in April and I feel as though this is a wonderful opportunity for me to introduce you to an array of amazing people and writers who I feel have been a bit of an inspiration for me along the way.