I haven't shaved my prickly legs in a week, and I smell like moldy tacos, but he still can't sleep without me.
Sunlight smiles through the missing plastic blinders on our window. The explosion of Sunday morning through my eyelids shakes me up, and I stretch below the blanket, basking in the warmth of his clingy skin. My hair is sprawled on his face, and he crunches his nose when I brush it away. I giggle. He is beautiful.
I stare as his eyebrows twitch in some unnamed dream and he clings tighter to my waist, as if I would ever want to leave this sinful bliss and the stench of morning-after lust. His body is unsculpted, and soft; a neckbeard
im contemplating on wether i should post my story "The Wiccan and The Vampyre." on here :/ if yall would comment that would be great..I just started writing it and I've got the prologue written and finished. I might post that and if i get 15-20 comments then ill post th efirst chapter. Deal? okay well i guess ill leave yall to that. love yall! *mwah*
Love, Sara