dark-lover

I envy people that know love. That have someone who takes them as they are.

One hand was behind his back, and he held it out, presenting a bouquet of white and smoky purple lilies. __hey__e straight from the underworld, by the way. They are everlasting. They won__ die.

With painstaking rumination, the tips of his fingers grazed over my neck, a deafening silence. I didn't move as his hand paused at the base of my throat. He listened to the arrhythmic beating of my heart, my pulse thumping beneath his fingers. He kissed me along my neckline and throat. I almost burst apart from the longing. My blood burned for him.