"Holding him there, right there."
Arms of oak reach me. Thoughtful palms. Twigs earned of fingers stare into my skin. Unavailing bark peeled away. Natures breath sways thoughts. No rustling. The whispers of my lilac eyes are heard. Growth, runs rings around us. Anchored firmly...
"Parting is such sweet sorrow - more so when the meeting is illicit."
You pay them to leave, wasn’t that the phrase?Yet as Elaina pulled suspender taut over milky thigh and reattached it to her stocking-top, Jordan throbbed with melancholy at the girl’s imminent hotel room departure.Within an hour, work and married life...