and it burns like a gin and i like it
The man drew nearer to her, leaning up beside her against the rail. His company was welcome, not an intrusion but a welcome distraction. Far more effective than a party would've been. He gave his name, and she gave her's in return, "Aisha," as she tapped some of the ash from the end of the cigarette.
Laughter down the beach pulled her attention for a moment, she watched the lights flaring in the dark, the pitch that'd tarred over the night and the stars. She glanced back from the party at his comment, "It's not, though I can't say I've had the most flattering of stays here either," she replied. Torchline just wasn't for her, the 'vibe was off'.
Laughter down the beach pulled her attention for a moment, she watched the lights flaring in the dark, the pitch that'd tarred over the night and the stars. She glanced back from the party at his comment, "It's not, though I can't say I've had the most flattering of stays here either," she replied. Torchline just wasn't for her, the 'vibe was off'.
put your lips on my skin and you might ignite it
AISHA
