My Fake Husband
He crossed his legs, folded his arms across his chest, and leaned back with pleasure.
I cursed myself internally.
*My love has concrete feet*
*My love's an iron ball*
*Wrapped around your ankles*
*Over the waterfall*
*I'm so heavy*
*Heavy, heavy in your arms*
*I'm so heavy*
*Heavy, heavy in your arms*
Her eyes were slightly narrowed, her lips were shaping with the notes. But most of all, I was caught by her hands. It was as if her fingers were keeping an invisible rhythm. She was flowing with the song. Without forcing, without struggling. Natural, instinctive. A body moving with her voice...
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