Cindy sat at her vanity,
tissuing colostrum from
the bells of Notre Dame.
A floorboard creaked,
in the darkened hall outside
her room.
She picked up a brush, and
stroked her raven hair.
“Did you come to taste?”
she asked.
“Come closer.
I won’t be stingy.”
- Author: Perry (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: March 25th, 2023 12:22
- Category: Unclassified
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