Drunken_Angel
Princess Absinthe
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"Show you?" she sits up, legs tucked under as she leans over Angel "Little one, do you what you're saying?" she asks as she reaches over and runs her hands through Angel's soft hair....the second time she does so, she grabs a hand full, tightly but not rough....
Does she know? Does she know what her touch says to me, her words in response? A shiver makes its way up my spine, delicious contrast to the warmth through which it moves. I want to open to her, to touch her, taste her. I wonder if she can see these things as I appear to sit passively, enjoying her hand in my hair.
My head tilts a bit at her grasp, lips parting.