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Crimson and Ivory
Jul 9, 2021
A 50-word Story
Her curls are the red of sunsets bleeding across horizons.
“Do you prefer white or red wine?” My words are like a whisper against satin sheets.
Her head lolls back, baring the white skin I crave most.
She doesn’t answer, but it’s no matter. My lips press against her pulse.
