Red
She was…
Published in
May 8, 2024
Her hair was red.
I longed to wrap my fist in it, to tie my hand in those luscious strands.
Her skin was pale, dotted with freckles from a childhood of being out in the sun.
I wanted to lick my tongue across her form, slowly, so slowly.
Her eyes were jade green, reminding me of bounties men had killed for once upon a time.