Sep 2016
Do you know what you desire, she breathed at me.
I do, I said, my breath creating spirits from the whirlwind of my lips over the snowbank.
Tell me*, she muttered, her eyes creating criss crossed laser sections of white fluff beneath us.
Never.
I do, I said, my breath creating spirits from the whirlwind of my lips over the snowbank.
Tell me*, she muttered, her eyes creating criss crossed laser sections of white fluff beneath us.
Never.
