Sexual Musings :: The Barn II

FullSizeRender (2)Sunlight pooling on your profile, the open window gleam making your eyes blaze with amber metal. Songbirds preaching a melody close to the clouds, tiny feet perched on the chipped and worn timber beams. Spider webs fluttering and waltzing in airy corners like silken dream-catchers. The grit and growl of leaves lurching and gripping, veins full with recent rain. Hungry hands pressing cotton off my shoulders and uncovering a scar as pale as chalk dust. The kindling between our lips dangerous between the aged, oak walls as a lit match.

© Pearl Bayou 2017

Click here for –> Sexual Musings :: The Barn (Part I)

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