Tracing your lips’ curves.
Bright eyes meet in an instant.
Igniting like flames.
The First Rainbow Baby
Pitter-patter, pitter-patter. The rain fell in rhythmic splatters, slowly slowing, but still constant. Mira rolled onto her side pulling the blanket tight against her ears, but still she could hear chitter-chatter and scurrying feet of the creatures that refused to sleep in the lower decks.
By A. J. Schoenfeld6 days ago in Fiction
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I would love to ignite like flames!! Good luck.