fingers that entwine in my hair and tug it back and arch my neck. that whisper softly across my skin and beat a tattoo of autumn rain. that wrap themselves around my slumber and steal my dreams.
Always an afterthought, never a plan.
fingers that entwine in my hair and tug it back and arch my neck. that whisper softly across my skin and beat a tattoo of autumn rain. that wrap themselves around my slumber and steal my dreams.
Posted by Teleute at 2:37 am