ShadeyBabey

She imagined the smell of him - bergamot and lime and something unfamiliar, and his slow walk through her soul like the end of the world and how his weight would be inescapable and alive with summer. She imagined his touch, warm water in the bath and the rich twist of silk inside her and how she knew he would taste just like that first time in Paris when the streets crawled home and dawn broke in slow thunder.