Nights like this, I sleep naked, seeking relief in the coolness of empty sheets. I wake to the droning of cicadas, the yearning for rain, the ache of desire and the taste of your name in my mouth.
Nights like this, I sleep naked, seeking relief in the coolness of empty sheets. I wake to the droning of cicadas, the yearning for rain, the ache of desire and the taste of your name in my mouth.
Christine Hanolsy 
Is that a double entendre in the title I see?
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*blinks innocently* Whatever do you mean, sir?
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Each word is handpicked and perfect!
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This is beautiful!
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Oh, this was so beautiful. Every word in the micro adds to the story. I can’t pick my favourite!
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Aah, the taste of your name in my mouth – so beautiful!
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Christine, this is perfect. I loved “the taste of your name in my mouth.”
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