Asghar Abbas's Blog - Posts Tagged "this-can"
olivia cooke
pressing his face against the unfamiliar narrowness between her breasts, he held her ever so gently in his arms. Her head rolling backward, her body limp with spent dreams. Through the soft veil of her walls, he felt her overwrought heart beating against his cheekbone.
He held her like an unsolicited offering. But what kinda god would take that? What kinda god would accept such a sacrifice? What kind of a god is there to take what is not his to give?
He held her like an unsolicited offering. But what kinda god would take that? What kinda god would accept such a sacrifice? What kind of a god is there to take what is not his to give?
