Of all the things that could have happened, Every element in the universe combined and colluded, To give you, Life.
For life itself is a kind of hell; different days, different levels. Every first light breeds a new kind of evil.
When she looked up she caught his gaze – glaring at her with open hunger- like he hadn’t had a nice warm meal in a while. Unblinking, she held his gaze as they stood there in silence, a palpable sexual tension igniting between them.
She never had to feel insecure. He thought she looked beautiful and impeccably perfect in her most natural state. He thought her resplendent, like the red evening sun, with how the light, golden stripes spread out on her waist, tracing profusely onto the sides of her well-built thighs and into her beautiful ass.
※ F I R E ※ 🔥 She is A fire That cannot be contained Fanned by her desire Her will to live And weave Her own story Walk Her own path Her journey. ※ A U T H O R ※ 📝 See Her story will be told Both to the young and old... Continue Reading →
It could be bleeding that I need – so that I can see the life within, And that time heals the wounds, but the scars remain, A reminder, A portrait, A lesson. A win.
So for some obscure reason I came out to see you Driven by curiosity, maybe Or maybe because I needed a little entertainment Here we are Seated in awkward silence The clock tics and tocs But the time never seems to move This must be the forever you promised You look at me I... Continue Reading →