Oh beloved afternoons: pitted olives and puckered lips, between sips of wine and kisses swift; her weary Humbert, with stubble chin, rejoices once more from within that sigh of wind that coils her skirt upwards, he catches a glimpse of the wild rose she keeps folded to preserve his sin;
Thus, the furrowed sparrow provokes mischief; she’s delighted in the way his lips twitch, a quivering tongue in the revealing of her virginal lace; lightly debased, an infernal fog settling between his legs with no escape;
And in a moment of disastrous whim, morality eclipsed by her distant stare; passion performed in haste, like an invasion of crows shaking her limbs with that guttural mockery; imbibed in the warmth of her blushing Venusian flesh, he let every inch of his body dissolve into her soil, tracing the constellation of holes he made in her pantyhose.
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