Base

 

 


 

That look! 

That stare…

Death by chocolate?

No.

Drowning in those eyes.

Smoldering desire…

Molten lava…

 

I approach.

His eyes still on me –

once…

twice…

Three times he wraps

Those arms around my soul.

Not a sound… not a word.

 

Utter silence

 


 

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