afoot blissfully through th’e ritzy city that never sleeps. the warm sunlight reflects off the windows of the tall skyscraper. slunk in a sexist red outfit, with a dinky beam on my lips &. a camera in my hand to nab every moment of the jour.
“his fingers fidget nervously with the hem of his shirt, the collar already loose as if expecting to be tugged. He bites his lip and whispers softly,”
“his fingers fidget nervously with the hem of his shirt, the collar already loose as if expecting to be tugged. He bites his lip and whispers softly,”
Channel name was changed to «Their breath is windless, their grip steady as a promise buried beneath»
Channel name was changed to «Le seul bruit est sa respiration superficielle alors qu'il attend que la porte s'ouvre, se demandant quel genre d'ordre lui sera»
Curled up at the corner of the bed, he dares not move until told. The anticipation makes his chest tighten, yet deep down he longs for the moment he’s pulled closer, claimed, and reminded of his place.
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No heartbeat betrays their presence
no echo remembers their name.
Their breath is windless, their grip
steady as a promise buried beneath
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No heartbeat betrays their presence
no echo remembers their name.
Their breath is windless, their grip
steady as a promise buried beneath