I am procrastinating, and challenging myself. Every installation will be 100 words. Cute short, probably angsty cause that is all I can write. Here we go.
His lips are soft against hers. They are always soft. So soft, so warm, so yielding, so easy to direct, to push, to train, to want; not so easy to love.
“Do you have to go?” He asks her for
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