Dec 2020
She never was afraid of the fire
She curled up
At his sparking
Crackling
Toes
Spoke in soft tones
And stroked the flames
Until all that was left
Was soft embers and warm skin
She curled up
At his sparking
Crackling
Toes
Spoke in soft tones
And stroked the flames
Until all that was left
Was soft embers and warm skin
Yet another thing I woke up randomly and wrote in my phone before going back to sleep and forgetting about it until just now. 😂😂😂
