The Chair
I held him against my beating heart, searching for his in the night. Dark eyes stared into mine, a slight curve of his lips, made me smile. His weight, heavy against me, felt comforting felt nice. I kissed a face; both pale and sweet while a strong hand griped mine, draining what’s left of me.
Steam rose, like a delicate flower, it opened, encircling us in eternal love where we laid spent on the bedroom floor. Thick and sticky, life pooled then cooled as Moonlight glisten off the
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