Slipping away, you are
sliding down
into sleep
mind like ink dripping through your fingers... falling to the soil... sinking down & further down... leaving only an empty doll behind... sleeping spirit now your body is... Mine.
YOU ARE READING
Whispers ~ Kinky microfiction ~ ongoing
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