Love in Slough

  • Post category:Ballads
  • Post last modified:September 23, 2024
  • Reading time:78 mins read
I cast myself before her, thin feathery pencil strokes suggesting fleeting glances, eyes half closed as I feel her soft powder face on mine. Her lips breathe on my lips; cushioned pink, they have the taste of almond.
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