naughtylittlebookworm: It wasn’t hard to fall for me. You stood beneath a burning tree, and hoped to
naughtylittlebookworm: It wasn’t hard to fall for me. You stood beneath a burning tree, and hoped to rescue leaves. That shiver crawled up your spine. Set your entire body on fire. The heat. The lust. The need. The pull. To make her yours. To make her say your name as she claws at your back lost in pleasure. She puts glass down her and gestures gingerly with red finger nail. Casual unfurling her legs she says quietly almost inaudible. Come here. As you awaken from your minor daydream. You step one foot in front of another prepared to make her yours for the night. -- source link