05-20-2017, 11:28 AM
karsi
I feel satisfied with this barrier for now but it is not my home. I do not have a real home anymore nor do I think I think I really require one. But against the decay of gray and bone whites is a burnt boy, tawny and black. My pale eyes do not attempt to overlook him but instead settle and feast upon his young frame.
He is but a few years my junior but the touch of puberty has just begun to grow him tall and lean. He is much too young to satisfy the ache between my legs so I regard him as such. "Not hard." I murmur the words from between the ink of my lips, poison syllables lolling of my pale pink tongue. I eye him a moment longer before gripping a swath of frozen grass to ingest while he looks upon me and my frigid kingdom. "Care to join me?"
I am the old crone in the gingerbread house.
The wold in grandmother's clothes.
I do not wish to consume him. No, I do not care much for the flavor of my own kind but I am curious of this boy. Will he take a bite of my apple?
He is but a few years my junior but the touch of puberty has just begun to grow him tall and lean. He is much too young to satisfy the ache between my legs so I regard him as such. "Not hard." I murmur the words from between the ink of my lips, poison syllables lolling of my pale pink tongue. I eye him a moment longer before gripping a swath of frozen grass to ingest while he looks upon me and my frigid kingdom. "Care to join me?"
I am the old crone in the gingerbread house.
The wold in grandmother's clothes.
I do not wish to consume him. No, I do not care much for the flavor of my own kind but I am curious of this boy. Will he take a bite of my apple?
your hips on my jawline
