Solo Show
He pulls the thick woollen sweater up, over my head. Little sparks of static dance across my skin.
Does it hurt? He says, running his hands gently over my warm body.
It is your own little fireworks show, I whisper.
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He pulls the thick woollen sweater up, over my head. Little sparks of static dance across my skin.
Does it hurt? He says, running his hands gently over my warm body.
It is your own little fireworks show, I whisper.
