published on: 2019-09-09 14:45:55
moroitaliano:They were married. Just not to each other. It was
“What do we have here?” she whispered through that sly smile
i-aint-no-angel: She and her neighbor had been skirting the
The music carves hot petalsthrough our bodiesin its ritual
hellocoraco: “Every time the rain comes downI close my eyes
They really shouldn’t, somebody might walk in and catch them.