#tdumut

Look for me in tiny places. Find me behind the bookstore, with my hands around his throat. His hands under my dress, searching for redemption. My lips on his lips. My thighs around his waist. That's where home is. The smell of fresh coffee in the air. My newly bought books on the ground; forgotten by now. He's a successful distraction. "Gimme some." I love that distraction, because his lips are sinful and he tastes like earth. Living, breathing, loving. Lately that's all we've been doing. Forgetting.