Dinner in a restaurantDim red lights aroundShe’s in tight qipao dressI try not drop my mouth “I’ve heard them say,Well, if I may, In secret,That
Sitting in a dusty roomLooking like unhealthy gloomRichard let out lengthy sighMorning was too goddamn bright Working so much in constructionDoes not let much of
“Shhh!” – He keeps repeating, covering her mouth, as whimpers leave from there. Yanking her back, as they blend in the dark night alley. “Just
Sweet texture that you hate Comes to me, as of late Unwraps upon my plate Begging to be ate But surely, I can wait For
Original Fiction Short Story Rating – G Frail, her composure, the looks – pale, the speech – lost.