larouxdevil

kissing her felt like a drop of blue dye into water quickly plummeting down my throat pluming out happiness into my stomach until every bit of my being was tinted the light floating feeling of the dye was quickly replaced with the heaviness of sour milk curdling in my stomach i saw the mistake i had made as she could never feel the drop of dye i had she was shades darker than i had been filled almost black with various peoples dye she had no room for me she had no room for my affection no room for a burning red drop of feelings