And then, with the feather-green darkness pressed against the windows, he puts his filthy fingers on my scrubbed hope face and says, If I kiss you, it's all over. And then he does. And then it is.
Emma Forrest
And then, with the feather-green darkness pressed against the windows, he puts his filthy fingers on my scrubbed hope face and says, If I kiss you, it's all over. And then he does. And then it is.
