do u think that it's a vampire one?
His fingers stalled down her stomach like back roads he couldn’t map himself back out of. His breathe short, but more in a scheme-of-things sort of way than any kind of distance. But something sets apart the nows & thens.
Usually, his midnights are spent pacing back and forth down halls with hung eyes roped to ‘whoever’ bedposts, but tonight there’s tongues clicking back a rhythm to the otherwise awkward mess of hungry mouths. This mattress, like a stage to his own misery, a theatrical-tragedy. Hes taking bows for the masses, shes raining rosey-reds on open necks…
basically can u dumb it down for me please
His fingers stalled down her stomach like back roads he couldn’t map himself back out of. His breathe short, but more in a scheme-of-things sort of way than any kind of distance. But something sets apart the nows & thens.
Usually, his midnights are spent pacing back and forth down halls with hung eyes roped to ‘whoever’ bedposts, but tonight there’s tongues clicking back a rhythm to the otherwise awkward mess of hungry mouths. This mattress, like a stage to his own misery, a theatrical-tragedy. Hes taking bows for the masses, shes raining rosey-reds on open necks…
basically can u dumb it down for me please