Claudia Delicato

Amaranthine 

The pulse of the neck, the streched flesh enclosing bones, teeths, tongue, the warm lips caressed from an impatient breath. Their arched upper parts were about to form a bridge, bond by the kiss, she was sure, was going to last forever. 

Claudia

,

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

Gravatar
WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Cancel

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: