doomsday_disco Report post Posted September 15 A fierce rush of pink pepper, carnation, pulsating red berries, and crimson musk. She used to place her pretty arms about my neck, draw me to her, and laying her cheek to mine, murmur with her lips near my ear, “Dearest, your little heart is wounded; think me not cruel because I obey the irresistible law of my strength and weakness; if your dear heart is wounded, my wild heart bleeds with yours…” Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
