Your beauty! To look into your eyes, like darkened glass. The fire inside, a warmth not dampened by the cold white light. My breath will not come as you lean over me. I cannot breathe, and find that I don’t need to. That it should end this way, I could not be happier. I alwaysContinueContinue reading “Kiss Me Eat Me”
Category Archives: very short stories
The Last Man on Earth
If I was the last man on Earth and I was looking for you, would you want to be found if you knew I was looking for you? I would be wearing my t-shirt with LOVE’S HOPELESSNESS written on it. And I’ll have biscuits. vss #1
Phillip Drown 