Sexual Musings :: Cradle

“Walking in on him with a book in his hands is like seeing him shirtless; better yet, when he cradles a bent spine and those ivory pages against his bare chest. I imagine my heart beats in my throat as loud as someone’s driving one hundred through the darkened night.”

©️ Pearl Bayou 2018

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