|nyxocity (nyxocity) wrote in ba_ship,|
@ 2007-10-07 15:15:00
He likes to run in the morning, washed white, rocky path winding endlessly through the swells of lush green trees. Likes to feel his heart pound in his chest, his breath grow short and sharp. Likes to put his hands on her face and bend her backward, kissing her until she’s breathless, too, slides his fingers down her throat and feels her pulse pound through thin skin.