Vanilla
As he holds her close, he buries his face into the crook of her neck and breathes her in. She has such a sweet, gentle scent. It's in no way overpowering or headache-inducing. Quite the opposite, actually. It's soothing, alluring. It kindles a fire in his loins. He presses his lips to her skin, hungry for more.
All You Sexy Writers.
Hello, Writers and Dear Readers.
In the vid on the channel, we take a quick look at some talent while the outside noise and room reflections eats alive our microphone monkey, while he gushes over the posts in our latest challenge. See the vid below this line, and the mentioned authors tagged in the commens.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yW4gYTkUlgA
And, as always......
Thank you for being here.
-The Prose. Team
Doubting the stars are fire (Ophelia’s rebuttal)
My sensitive prince,
With your disgust and contempt
For humanity
In general
And for betraying women like
Your mother
Specifically
You want me out of your sight
Not just for a time
But for all time
So go ahead
Cruelly dash me against
The rocky crags of your words
And yes, I will go
Though I do not intend
To drown
On account of you
**Inspired by Shakespeare's "Hamlet", of course**
