jillienk
The steam poured out as the kettle became impatient, screaming for release, for attention, for care. I'll help you little kettle.
It hits me as I drive: the memory of the house, the stairs, the door, your face as we lie on pillows, lost in the gaze of intent.
I will kiss the whiskey from your lips and with it will come all the things I need from you...
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