Butterfly kisses from my lips to my neck. Ever so slowly the pecks, each kiss, so soft, so tender, I can't help but giggle and I surrender to you. My stomach doing cartwheels each and every time we touch, my heart swells and I begin to blush. Butterfly kisses that make my body flutter. You are that whisper in my ear, you are my sunrise and sunset, if you let. I will prove to you our meeting was no mistake. I walk beside you not behind you because the closer I am, the more butterfly kisses I get...
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Isabel Ana Zavala
Have been loving to write since a child. Never got anything published, I write more for myself. My everyday life. My children, My illnesses. The darkness we all have, The lightness we all want.
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Sunlight danced softly across the frost-crusted fields, making the little blades of grass sparkle like emeralds. The faraway chirrup of a songbird was the only disruption to the quiet of the morning. An icy chill, the last vestige of the dying winter, clung to the air, settling in a thick white mist at the far side of the open field. The heavy stench of decay hung in that mist, punctuation by the sharp tang of freshly spilled blood.
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