fiestyvxn:“Afterward she lies nestled against me, her hair tickling my face. I stroke her lightl
fiestyvxn: “Afterward she lies nestled against me, her hair tickling my face. I stroke her lightly, memorizing her body. I want her to melt into me, like butter on toast. I want to absorb her and walk around for the rest of my days with her encased in my skin.” ― Sara Gruen, Water for Elephants -- source link