Summers
We went incognito. I was a traveler with high expectations and she a dutiful wife. We proceeded to everything mandatory and found our way in. We knew the moment we saw it, that we have found the secret files.
Coat me with sugar. Coat me with sweet words. Yet you sprinkle me with salt and less of sugar. Is sugar more expensive or is salt more worthy?
She was shaken by his warmth, his tight grip of love, so suffocating yet wanting. She held on as her knees grew weak, she was in his control. There is no escape now. All she could, was. shake.