A blog for the voiceless
“You know something Leah…,”
I looked at him with hundreds of red lanterns hanging above us on the street. The wind rocking them gently as he leaned in; putting himself nose to nose with me.
Our eyelashes kissing.
We hadn’t actually kissed, and yet somehow it felt like the wind had been knocked out of me. A rush of heat between my legs. This decadent wetness starting to run a river down my thighs, and he it knew it just by my scent on the night breeze.