the pull of your hand in my windswept hair; the touch of your freezing hand there bare; the inhale of oxygen coursing through lungs; the rush of adrenaline flaming the tongues; the blush of my skin burning through raw; the giggling rippling through each every maw; the sky up above silent though bright; staring down on the lips pressed though light; it ends with an extended sigh; the night only witness to rely; brings us full circle back to the bed; the stars up above and the darkness overhead.
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Imagine This
Short StoryImagine This is a collection of various rants, or meandering thoughts I have or even some stories that I wish to bring to life instead of just living in my mind. A rather vague and flowery diary of my thoughts that I feel needs to be written or else...
