Vignettes and schizophrenic sketches of an ill-used imagination...
Friday, April 6, 2012
Summer
They lay sprawled across the mattress, feet intertwined. The wind rustled and the fan whirred but sweat was dripping down their backs. She tasted like strawberries & red wine. Love is so much sweeter in the summer.
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