I drag my darling doll down into drowning delight. Our hours evaporate under serotonin and oxytocin washes. Hands wrapped in syrupy silk slide along my neck. She scrapes across my sandpaper lips.
The time melts. The sun rises to dissolve us. We're a confection of sugary delights reduced to an adhesive mess. Perfect for procuring insects. And diabetes.
8:39 p.m. - 2015-07-23
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