"No one really rules the stars, you know," Dahlia murmurs, enjoying the feel of the warm air on her bare skin, letting her fingertips brush along the inside of her wrist, up the length of her arm and to her collarbones. "Don't let anyone ruin anything you enjoy, that's what I say." Smiling and turning to inspect her nightdress again, all dark tresses and voluptuous curves, she repeats the word Korofi under her breath, as if trying to taste the word.
"Mm...?" The word girlfriend is an interesting one, Dahlia thinks, and she draws little meaning from it in the way Sunjata might intend. "Why?" she asks, turning back towards him with the nightdress draped across one arm. "You came to this room with me," she points out. "And I think you want to look at me."
"Mm...?" The word girlfriend is an interesting one, Dahlia thinks, and she draws little meaning from it in the way Sunjata might intend. "Why?" she asks, turning back towards him with the nightdress draped across one arm. "You came to this room with me," she points out. "And I think you want to look at me."
let me put my lips to something
let me wrap my teeth around the world
let me wrap my teeth around the world
