Somewhere tonight it is snowing.
Bez’s hair smells of apricots.
Her belly is warm under my palm.
She breathes softly but deeply as she sleeps
There is safety in numbers.
Somewhere tonight it is snowing.
But not here.
Somewhere tonight it is snowing.
Bez’s hair smells of apricots.
Her belly is warm under my palm.
She breathes softly but deeply as she sleeps
There is safety in numbers.
Somewhere tonight it is snowing.
But not here.
Posted by Kameko on January 16, 2012
https://www.kamekomurakami.com/?p=227
Bianca Noire
/ January 16, 2012Too cold here for snow.
Or for apricots.
Kameko
/ January 18, 2012Chilled apricots… mmm…
Elizabeth Yon
/ January 16, 2012Beautiful…
Kameko
/ January 18, 2012Indeed you are!