• 2 weeks ago

I kissed her little rosebud mouth. Sweet wine lingered like dew on her lips. Her hair was long, auburn, brightly shining. She always had a scent like fine Arabian incense. Her body was delicate and porcelain, her voice a shimmering whisper. Everything about her conveyed innocence despite her age.

She shuddered slightly, not expecting such boldness. Her bright eyes begged I not hurt her. Of course, I never would.