8.11.15

Fever

Her skin, supple.
She wanted to be touched.
Licked.
Sucked.
Bit.
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.


2 responses to “Fever”

  1. JaseyJade says:

    1 word: “perfect”
    jade x

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