Tuesday, 10 August 2010

Thought 11

Her lips.

Coated with a layer of healing.
Odurless scent, yet a slight tingle is felt once it flirts with the air.
The reaction, cold, swirling through a blinks worth they find balance.


He looks on as she applies a new layer to her lips, untouched.

A fool he is.

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