 Fantasy | 12 of 85 |  Back1011121314Next | | | | | | | | | I watch you. Your eyes and lips in perfect cadence as you tell the stout waiter with too much oil in his hair Everything is fine- Great, in fact. You blink. I think how wonderful it would be to build a nest for myself there, in your eyelashes, and at any given moment I could roll over and dive into those hazel tempests, gladly writhing and drowning forever. |
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