Upon a large, narrow balcony, I find myself seated in what may appear to be a popular spot...
Reclined, sipping red wine, company seems chatty.
I listen with my eyes and speak with my mind. Distractions settling rather than un...
I feel a gentle stroke against my right thigh. A pair of wandering fingers run through my hair on the west, whilst my neck is gently moistened with a soft pair of sinfully engaging lips on my east.
A pair of red, pedicured toes begin to crawl up in between my thighs.
Dizzy from their perfume and sinfully charming ways, I lose focus of the bigger picture...
HER...
Another roadblock...
About the Creator
Armand Slayer
Since fifteen, writing has been my quiet companion. Words, to me, preserve fleeting moments, question certainty, and reveal what often goes unspoken. Every sentence is a journey into memory, emotion, and what it means to be human.
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