Before me lay the dance floor, an ocean of sweaty skin and whispering lips; of woman with claws grasping onto men with eyes like wandering spyglasses. I dove in, hoping upon hope that one breath could get me to the other side.
Big Stories in Two Little Sentences
Before me lay the dance floor, an ocean of sweaty skin and whispering lips; of woman with claws grasping onto men with eyes like wandering spyglasses. I dove in, hoping upon hope that one breath could get me to the other side.