eastsidegent
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The afterglow is recorded on her face.
it lingers there, like refracted firelight
she smiles, sighs, and closes her eyes
rewinds the hours… finds the moment… plays the tracks
pauses on the feel of his tongue upon her scars
“I love the way he plays,” she whispers
The afterglow is recorded on her face.
it lingers there, like refracted firelight
she smiles, sighs, and closes her eyes
rewinds the hours… finds the moment… plays the tracks
pauses on the feel of his tongue upon her scars
“I love the way he plays,” she whispers
