You can hardly see the tiny hole except for the red velvet pulsing out at a slowing rhythm. He oozes pure love for me as the heart shaped crimson pools beneath him. My Love was much livelier when he declared I “don’t have the guts!” Now, though, he is more subdued. I run my fingers lovingly through his thick, blonde locks as I kiss his cooling lips. I hold him closer – running my hands greedily over his firm hips, toned biceps, and his rigid abs. On his breath are words too inaudible to divine. “Shhh, my darling.” His perfect skin is turning white as the heart finishes spreading beneath him. He is quieter now, and I love him all the more.
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vignette
