Girl from the Weekdays

The vamp and I no longer speak, and neither’s quite sure why, because I would gladly lay beneath her hips and in between her thighs. The vamp and I sometimes lock eyes, and then act like we didn’t. I think she wants me coddling her slight frame like a kitten. I think she thinks I want her hard, all edges, all straight blades. But I would gladly lay beneath her hips, between her legs and take nothing but her presence – let her revel, phosphorescent – with the glow of mingled sweat and happy happy thoughtless minds.

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~ by perfectionatrix on October 14, 2010.

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