
One of three pieces of prose (they cannot be classified as poetry as they do not fit any of the rules) that I wrote as I was trying to fall asleep. As I lay there, imagining myself in a forest, Lacera walked in and pulled me into her lap and began to sing these to me. Granted they were in her native tongue, but I understood it as you see written here. Not much else to say.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Romance - Words: 44 - Published: 12-15-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3083345
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Gentle hands, tender lips,
breath flush across my skin.
Cheeks burning,
a silent allure,
a promise made in the dark.
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