Defining Hot and Cold
Pressure. The kind that makes him weak Sets me on edge. Shivers. Expectancy. The feel and sound of ripping foil is too much. For him. Me? Close the curtains mask my body with green. Tape my mouth closed so air can escape on it's own. Steam pours from his skin into the flask of his room... Blocking windows Making him cough Making me gasp End up dripping wet. Written September 16th, 2001 © on Sep 16 2001 02:52 AM PST, Louise Bell 0 • 16
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"Pressure...."