She arches her body like a cat on a stretch. She nuzzles her **** into my face like a filly at the gate. She smells of the sea. She smells of rockpools when I was a child. She keeps a starfish in there. I crouch down to taste the salt, to run my fingers around the rim. She opens and shuts like a sea anemone. She's refilled each day with fresh tides of longing.
-Jeanette Winterson
chasingdreamss83 chasingdreamss83
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2 Responses Aug 21, 2014


Oh my! Mmmm, very hot!