Candles

With that crimson candle flickering light against our skin, our shadows mark their every inch into the walls. My hands wrestle your curves as if they’re braille and will tell me all the secrets of your mind. While the movie mutters from the speakers, our attentions wander elsewhere with an escape through nibbles and hungry kisses of landmarks.

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1 comment so far

  1. Michelle Johnson on

    sounds like a fun night at the drive in movie. but, i’m guessing the occupants of the car aren’t going to remember many details of that movie. 🙂

    have a great day.


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