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soquedhozi — Forest floor: for Skittles
Published: 2010-10-08 02:41:24 +0000 UTC; Views: 143; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 1
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There were grass stains on her shirt and on his jeans and she tasted like the wind, gum and tobacco smoke. The autumn sun shone amber; a golden orange through a ceiling of leaves just about to let go.There was that rustling on the forest floor as she moved her arm, let a hand travel along his spine, felt the sharp angle of his shoulderblade. The fingers of her other hand were twined with his, an unbreakable chain as he set her on fire, tongue not asking for permission to dance with hers.
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Jesus, Hozi, this is beautiful <3 The words you use, and how you put them...it makes me get all blushy. Thank youuuu
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It really should've been more. You deserve to be spoiled, you do <3 All in due time~
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