An interlude, in which I imagine a torrid love affair of rage and passion
An interlude, in which I imagine a torrid love affair of rage and passion
We meet on a bridge, I was throwing daisy petals into the water and watching them go, and she took my hand and pulled off a petal and touched it to my lips, and outlined my mouth with it, and laughing at my surprise told me I looked so serious and solemn, and that I should come with her.
Shortly, I began a torrid love affair with her where we both use each other up in passionate sex that flared like a sunburst and burned like platinum on fire.