Well, to be honest, the Palace stew would be terrible with them. But not for this.
I don't know if I should envy you, or feel relived that I've never managed to forget why certain things are out of my reach.
And what might that be, you might ask. It's fair skin; pale against my dark sheets. It's soft hair on my pillow. I reach out in the middle of the night, and there's someone there to reach back. The crackling heat of a first kiss, and the breathless anticipation of a second one.
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I don't know if I should envy you, or feel relived that I've never managed to forget why certain things are out of my reach.
And what might that be, you might ask. It's fair skin; pale against my dark sheets. It's soft hair on my pillow. I reach out in the middle of the night, and there's someone there to reach back. The crackling heat of a first kiss, and the breathless anticipation of a second one.