The hands that ghost over me are intimately familiar. The warmth of her breath on my neck, her scent in my nostrils, the shape of her body against me. Her lips on my skin, and the voice that makes me shiver, though I can never make out her words. All of it so well known […]
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There’s a chill in the air, these past few nights. It’s crisp and slightly bitter, and it smells like change, and tastes just a little like magic. It wakes me in the twilight darkness, and I turn instinctively to you, to where you lie, wide awake and basking in the pale light of a fat, […]
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