A Vietnamese woman without lipstick displays an airy flower in her raven-black hair. Filigree reminders of strands still tangled in a broken weathervane. She wears a pink triangle lotus. One of a matched set. She talks at length over the harsh, vibrating ambiance of collegiates. Her body is lithe and warm, with a simple Zen spiral adornment on her shoulder. She finds long-missing completion, for a little while, beneath strong and calloused hands. Drowning softly in perfumed pillows and serotonin surrenders.
12:43 a.m. - 2019-01-29
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