Magic. Fantasy. Romance. Adventure.
With a sprinkle of coffee and holiday addictions.
Breast bursting by bacchanalian beauty. Brutish, brave, blazing. Beside, between, beneath but besotted? Badly. Blisteringly.
By Caiti A.3 years ago in Poets
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. They swirled together in a waltz that would make even the most heartless of beings breathless. Yet, it had no effect on the emptiness of my chest.
By Caiti A.3 years ago in Fiction
